Cynthia’s Cat

In the dimly lit room, Booth’s cheeks were shrouded in gloom by the bright and dark lights. For so many years, did he only want to know that Amanda loved him?

He has never been treated tenderly, never seen Amanda’s smile, she has been looking at him with disgust, as if his birth was a mistake, he should not be born in this world, he is an eternal love Not the child of love.

The stench of the room was suffocating. Booth gave Amanda a cold look and then left the room. He didn't know how to deal with such a woman for the time being. But Booth thought of waiting. If a woman said she was wrong, he said Maybe Booth will let her go.

Sitting by the window sill, Booth looked at the street under the dark night. Darkness swallowed the world. Repression spread in Booth's heart, and his fingers began to tremble. Hunting prey is actually addictive. When you see a person who is alone on the street, your heart will start to beat very fast, and your eyes will follow the person who is alone. There is something in your heart that has been talking to him, look at the prey again. , What a beautiful artwork.

The sound of police cars from far and near awakened Booth. Before his brain had commanded his body, his body had already started to move, quickly dodging away from the window, and the police car that had been watching the police car left in the opposite direction.

Booth probably knows his mother’s guests. These people are the bottom-level figures in society. Even if they die, no one will care about him. Booth is not worried that the police will investigate him, but he still needs to be careful. His inner desires are already Was ignited, this game will not end until his death.

A quiet environment will make Booth think more thoroughly. The man's body has not been processed yet, and it is not very hot now. In a few days, the man's body will grow maggots, and he must quickly dispose of the body.

Back in the basement, the temperature here is very low, which is very suitable for keeping the corpse. The human skin tissue on the operating table has been completely separated, which looks very scary.

Booth’s calm expression didn’t show what he was thinking at all. He stood quietly beside the operating table, picked up the chainsaw and started cutting. An hour later, the prey was divided into countless small pieces. Booth’s expressionless general The meat pieces were put in the refrigerator for freezing.

Back on the ground, Amanda started another round of abuse, her voice was filthy, and the purpose of doing this was to get his attention. Booth opened the bedroom door gloomily, his patience was very limited, and he could do everything if anxious.

Booth looked at Amanda with cold eyes, "Mother, please rest assured! Don't do unnecessary struggles, I won't let you go. I have made a lot of determination if I didn't kill you. Challenge my patience, I have hundreds of ways to make you disappear."

Amanda smiled madly like crazy, "Hahahaha, you deserve to be my good son, you can kill me now, but I know you can’t do it, my own son I know very well, as long as you are My blood, you will always be the dirtiest waste."

Booth hangs his head and stands in place, yeah! The blood of this woman is flowing on him. This is something he will never be able to change. His life will always carry this stain. Even if he kills the woman in front of him, he can't change this fact. If you can choose Booth, he hopes that he has never been born. In this cold world.

Amanda still cursed, and Booth's face became paler, he slammed the door shut, and the filthy voice was suddenly much smaller.