The scream stopped suddenly, and soon only the hissing sound of extreme pain was left.
The chopsticks dug deeply into Cao Hao's cheek flesh, and the middle and end trembled as his face twitched.
Visible pain broke through the screen. Roberto opened his mouth but no sound came out. The right half of Jasper's face was aching uncontrollably.
"Ah...uh..."
Torn by severe pain, Cao Hao lost his strength and fell to the side tremblingly.
Mawson took the opportunity to crawl out from under his strong body and grabbed the shovel pole in his hand without any hesitation.
"You fucking hurt me so much..."
Mo Sen stood next to Cao Hao, who was kneeling in pain and shaking, and his hoarse voice was particularly eerie.
He raised the shovel above his head with both hands and smashed it down with an obvious and simple power-charging gesture. The force was so fierce that it even made a "whooping" sound.
Two muffled sounds overlapped.
It was the sound of cutting into flesh; the sound of falling to the ground.
Su Qi froze not far away, still holding the wide tape in her hand, dumbfounded, her eyes trembling and looking down.
The camera moved, Cao Hao's legs were spasming wildly, and then upward, the shovel head was deeply embedded in his neck, partially blocked by his thick shoulders. The most obvious thing was the bright red blood stained on the collar of the light gray bottoming shirt.
There was no wailing in the room, only the rapid panting like a dog's breath, and he was out of breath. Within a few seconds, there was no movement at all.
Mo Sen turned his head and looked at Su Qi.
The almost thick black pupils moved very clearly in the process, and under the dark light, those two whites of the eyes were extremely scary.
Being targeted.
Being targeted.
Being targeted.
Su Qi, who met Mo Sen's eyes, had trembling lips, her head was buzzing, and she had lost all ability to think.
A very shallow "click".
The shovel shaft fell off and became a bare stick.
It took Colton two seconds to realize that Mo Sen broke the shovel when he killed Cao Hao.
"No..." Su Qi's breathing was short and weak, and the sound was like a mosquito.
The thin man in front of him walked step by step with a wooden stick, his movements were not fast, not deliberately creating an atmosphere of ease, nor was he creating a drama of playing with prey, just because he was still wrestling with the dead Cao Hao just now, and at this time he still had strength. Not back to normal.
Su Qi wanted to run, but her body refused to obey her orders and she couldn't move at all. She couldn't even move a little distance.
In the corner of the screen, Cao Hao's calves and feet were still twitching, like a dead fish. Mo Sen walked forward, and he was only a few steps away from Su Qi.
"No, no...ah!"
The next moment when Mo Sen held up the wooden stick and Su Qi screamed and held her head, Qiu Xue's bare shoulders and back suddenly appeared on the screen.
She supported her upper body, her slender waist twisted delicately, and her body rose and fell.
Tian Gang let out a sigh of comfort and couldn't help but stretched out his hands to touch Qiu Xue's body.
Damon and others in the private movie room were stunned in unison. The passionate sex scene was caught off guard at this time. Colton was even confused, and even Qiu Xue's immersed expression in it was blurry in his eyes.
Gasping one after another, Qiu Xue closed her eyes, Tian Gang frowned, and the facial features on their faces were slightly distorted, almost painful.
pain? Pleasurable?
Poof!
The scene suddenly changed. Half of Mo Sen's face was covered with the blood spattered by Cao Hao, and he was waving a wooden stick downwards with one hand.
Poof!
Once, and again, and again.
Su Qi knelt on the ground, her bangs soaked with sweat and her hair messy. She let out an uncontrollable cry of pain every time she was hit.
Poof!
Her breathing mixed with whining became heavier and more powerless. Su Qi's eyes were distracted, and she tried to crawl forward with her hands, but in fact she couldn't move at all. There was a pool of water stains under the crotch of her jeans, and urine dripped down.
Mo Sen made an angry sound from his mouth, and the killing continued.
"Um……"
Qiu Xue knelt on the bed, her lips and teeth also revealing intermittent groans and gasps. She bit her lower lip from time to time, with a dazed look on her beautiful face, sobbing because of the "bullying", becoming charming because of the sobbing, and drowning in the sea of desire in the sobs that seemed aggrieved.
Snapped.
Su Qi was sobbing, and there was only air exhaled from her mouth, unable to breathe in any more oxygen. Mawson was also tired from beating, and the heavy "pop" turned into an intermittent "pop", but he maintained the mechanical movement as if he had developed a habit, repeating the action of lifting the wooden stick and then lowering it.
The camera showed Cao Hao's bleeding face.
The camera shows Tian Gang's confused face.
A low-frequency piano sound like noise sounded unknowingly, and a few simple bass patterns were repeated, plucking the viewer's heartstrings back and forth.
Qiu Xue was panting and moaning; Su Qi was panting and moaning.
The same posture, almost the same voice, bloody murder on one side, and joyful sex on the other.
There are no tricks on the woman's face or the man's movements. The camera switches between the two scenes, bursting out a violent sensory impact of sight, hearing, and thinking. Fever and pleasure pile up in the air, rich and dripping.
The piano sound becomes more and more urgent, the parallel editing speed becomes faster and faster, and the muffled sound of the water and the painful screams are almost all in one place in the end, reaching a crushing climax.
The piano sound, which was reaching its peak, suddenly weakened.
A white hand patted the bed, curling up slightly.
Qiu Xue's eyelids trembled, and she slowly lay down on the sheets, taking small breaths, and her absent-minded eyes contained the most primitive dreams.
Tian Gang gave up his strength and collapsed exhaustedly. He buried his head into Qiu Xue's wet shoulders and neck, gently smelling the fragrance of her hair.
Su Qi was lying on the ground, one of the legs of her glasses was broken, her head, face and hands were covered in blood, and there was a small puddle of blood around her mouth.
The bass piano strikes again, with more dissonant intervals.
Mo Sen's entire face was so covered in blood that he couldn't see the details. He opened his mouth to gasp for air, and a bucket of gasoline poured over Su Qi's face in a pool of blood.
The music stops.
There was only the sound of pouring gasoline.
After all the buckets were emptied, Mawson grabbed the old newspaper on the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall and wiped his hands. Then he held the crumpled newspaper in one hand and took out the lighter from his pocket with the other.
A "whoop" sound.
A dazzling bright fire burst out in the sleepy hut, illuminating Mawson's pale face that had been cleaned and almost returned to normal.
He raised the burning newspaper and threw it away.
Snap.
A wad of paper towels clattered against the edge of the trash can.
"Ah..." Tian Gang opened his mouth.
Qiu Xue, who was covered with a blanket, smiled lazily and said, "I didn't throw it in."
"Haha... the accuracy is too bad." Tian Gang muttered lazily, lying down and hugging Qiu Xue from behind, their cheeks touching each other sweetly, snuggling tightly.
Qiu Xueruan chuckled softly and let Tian Gang pick up his hand that was placed next to the pillow and interlock their fingers.
The hearts of Damon and others in the audience were beating rapidly. It was only then that they felt their throats loosen and they subconsciously took a deep breath.
2000+, only one chapter, because I knew there would be no more.
Next update: 9pm on 11.22. If the book is still there.
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