Psychological Control

"But Brian, rest assured." After Abid broke the glass frame frantically, another group turned around and said to me as if comforting: "Maybe he can't meet my requirements, but I believe You can definitely do it."

Then when I didn't respond, he stepped closer to me and touched my left face with one hand, and pressed the other hand on my shoulder. "You're so good, you won't let me down, right?" He squinted his eyes and intoxicated. "You won't listen to that stink girl, and put a tattoo on your body that will ruin the perfect tattoo ... "

"She broke our agreement, but then it looked like nothing happened! It was she who destroyed my perfection!" Abid pressed harder and harder on my shoulder, making me feel the pain in my bones. "How could Angel Wings be merged with the red hair that represents the fireworks of hell? ... the so-called contradictory beauty she called was a dog. Shit!"

After seeing that I couldn't help frowning because of the physical pain, he slowly released the hand that clasped my shoulder. Then he said indifferently: "The legend of the East and the West □ Some of the talents are a truly perfect combination. The beautiful temptation of death, seduces the sailors into the water and drags them into the abyss to become their food. This is the red-haired of Hai's daughter significance."

"Come on, take off your clothes and lie down here, I'll help you remove the flaws that would bring your fish tail." Abid pulled me to a conspicuous white square table in the center of the dressing room. . The table happened to be a two-meter-long rectangular square table, and it was just right for a person to lie down.

Undressing a model in front of a designer is the most basic thing to encounter in this industry almost every day. That's why I don't want to continue to be a model, because every time I interview, I need to be naked in front of a completely unfamiliar person in the room. That feeling is not so good.

I simply unbuttoned the top and unfolded it. Then I bent down to untie the shoes and pants, wearing only a brief pair of underwear. From the beginning to the end, Abid's eyes looked at me like looking at a work of art, appraised and inspected, and finally nodded in satisfaction after I leaped at the table and lifted my legs up to put them in place. .

In order to continue the hair removal effect until the end of the shooting plan, Abide chose not to shave the hair, but to directly remove the root with wax. I stood with my hands behind my back and watched him prepare the tools while analyzing and summing up his performance in my heart.

I didn't lie down in front of him completely, it was one of the bottom lines I couldn't step on. Because when the animal is completely lying down and exposed to the abdomen, it is actually the most fragile and least alert time. I couldn't control myself completely disregarding the dangerous message conveyed by the sixth sense, so I had to keep a half-rise posture.

According to what Abid has just said, in the past his agreement with Sofia must be to find a model that both of them are satisfied with, and then create at the same time. Everything worked well before, maybe a large part of the reason was that those models could not reach the level that made them all feel close to satisfaction.

Until the appearance of this red-haired model. People who lack a lot of melanin and have pale skin tones and golden red hair are rare. Because they are scarce and disappointed in the Middle Ages, they have fewer gingers that can satisfy their aesthetics.

Things are rare, and some people prefer the pale-haired red-haired race. Both Abid and Sofia took this man as a muse and were inspired by creative ideas. But contrary to their wishes, the more they invested in their possessiveness and perfectionism, the more they manifested. While fighting for this model, the two stirred up a series of contradictions.

Maybe the model is heterosexual or whatever. In short, he is more inclined to Sophia, and even tattooed himself on the body for the theme of Sophia's fallen angel. This made Abide feel out of control for the first time, and that made him intolerable.

That's why he found out after what happened that I intend to reopen this photography theme. It's just that I don't know what the final result of the model that was contested by two paranoid perfectionists in the collision of the storm.

My risk-taking behavior in this way seemed to almost repeat the experience of the previous model. But I think the only difference is that the obedience I showed in front of Abid this time was not shown by the previous model. In other words, I almost reversed my previous unlucky behavior.

This time I'm going to be Abid, and see what Sofia's reaction will be? If she's satisfied with the bias of getting that model before, will she ignore Abid's provocation this time? Still because of the dominance of her character, she can't help but fight with the resentful Abid again.

And if after investigating today, the investigation found that the model had disappeared, this in-person experiment would be more than just research for his own subject. Maybe add the stupid duty of looking for missing people who do not know if they are dead.

"His ..." The cold wax was smeared by Abid on my calf, and I couldn't help closing it because of the temperature stimulus and let out a gasp. My thoughts were interrupted, and the next second was a piece of waxed paper being torn off by him, and a piece of smooth skin was exposed with severe pain.

Although the whole process of trying makeup is very weird, at least Abid is a patient hunter and he has no habit of shooting at the beginning. So after spending the whole day in his studio, cleaning up my body hair, putting on a fishtail that restricted free movement, trying makeup and changing it, I finally got back to the hotel before it got dark.

"How are you satisfying your curiosity?" Dillon had long wondered when I could figure out my brain circuit. As soon as I came back, I opened my mouth and asked directly.

I embarrassedly touched my nose and nodded at him. I smiled and said, "Let me check someone's whereabouts. I want to know if he's been living well recently."

"The model that the designer shared with his wife?" Dillon stretched his body and leaned against the bed. Hearing my mouth seemed to know what I wanted to say in the second half of his sentence. He raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and nodded a dozen documents placed on the table in the corner of the room. "I don't know which one you are looking for, just look inside."

I walked over and looked at it for a while, almost all of them are familiar faces, it was the models who watched all day in Abid's private dressing room. "You checked them all? Just one day?"

"Of course." Dillon jumped over and jumped from the bed, stepped behind me and clasped me between his arms. I looked at the reflection of the two of us from the vanity mirror, and then Dillon's low voice continued to sound, "Otherwise why do you think I should stay with you?"

I tried to pull open his arms with my hands, no fruit, I had to find the red-haired figure in this pile of treatment with this heavy human sandbag. A lot of information was turned over, and Dillon followed me to look at the treatment that he spent a day wondering what channel he got.

Then he said, "These models were ruined by the man and the woman, and they were the type who sold them and counted money for the traffickers." He freed a finger at a blond Germanic who happened to turn over. Prior to the couple's fancy, he was just a part-time model who was hovering on the food and clothing online with unstable income. "

"Now he is a frequent visitor to major shows, and frequently appears on the inside pages of various fashion magazines." After leaving the couple, he became obsessed with something that can paralyze his senses. Reliable news is that the party parties he frequents are basically not clean. "

Not clean means poison. The product is not forbidden at that party. It can be said that this person was almost destroyed and psychologically destroyed. Want to draw people who are drunk in this life back to their eyes, ordinary people's "ordinary and boring" life, it is even more difficult.

"So what's going on with this Arman and his wife?" Dillon's last tone was very serious. "And are you sure you want to follow up with them? You want to know, I should be able to tell you here."

I looked at the profile of the blonde model under me, then picked it up and put it on another pile. Then I looked up and looked into his eyes in the mirror. "Yes, I must follow up." Looking at Dillon's frown and refuting it, I raised his hand to stop him from explaining: "Because I want to know the most That person, you didn't have the information you gave me. "

That's right, there is no figure of the red-haired man in a whole dozen of models that Abid and Sofia have worked with before. "I wonder what your criteria for finding these materials? Did the timeline start from the end of the contract with Abide's studio or before they collaborated?"

Dillon looked serious, he let go of me and picked up the pile of data and said, "What do you mean? ... The timeline I checked started after the models released their contract with Abide Studios, and now the models The models that Jie and Abid have worked with are all here. "

"But it's not all here," I shook my head and said, "I went to that studio today and saw that Abide had photos of the models he had worked with, all mounted on the wall in his office. Some of them A model, like me, who is red-haired, was very upset when he mentioned this model. However, there is no information about that model in this dozen files. "

"The world evaporates, or is it just no longer a model?" Dilong's eyes glanced around me and walked quickly to his computer. "The information you gave is only the appearance description. I now let my friends compare the missing people. In contrast, if there is news, I will tell you immediately. But you promised me that I must be careful not to go too deep before the results come out. "

"I see." I pressed my finger on the eyebrow and got a headache. "I hope it will not be as serious as a serial killer. I don't want to be implicated in a case that can alarm fbi. If I get involved in a neuropathy again In the case, Rhett's group of colleagues didn't even doubt that I had a relationship with these people. It was just that I doubted what was wrong with me. "2k novel reading network