Trafford’s Trading Club

A voice said in her ear, kill her.

In the early morning, Ellie suddenly felt a chill. So she woke up, and it turned out that Gloria had opened the window of the dormitory, and the cold wind blew in.

Gloria took out a piece of clothing and put it on Ally's body. She said in disbelief: "Oh my god, you actually stayed up all night!"

Ellie subconsciously grasped the clothes on her body and suddenly asked: "Did you...hear anything?"

"Really? What's the sound?" Gloria said in shock.

Ellie was startled and shook her head. She subconsciously looked at the mirror next to her. Her face in the mirror looked so haggard. She looked at Gloria again.

Bright and moving.

"Ellie? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Gloria asked worriedly, "Tell me, are you feeling uncomfortable there?"

"No." Ellie wanted to shake her head. In fact, she did shake her head.

"Are you worried?" Gloria pressed Ellie's shoulder lightly, lowered her head and said, "Is it an emotional matter? About Ryan? In fact, you can tell me that we are good friends."

"Good friends..." Ellie muttered softly, looking at herself and Gloria in the mirror.

When their faces were close together, why did Gloria's face become so strange... She knew that there was nothing abnormal about Gloria, but why did the Gloria she saw in the mirror look so terrifying?

Like a monster?

"Gloria...if, if one day, I hurt you, what would you do?" Ellie suddenly asked.

Gloria shrugged and said confidently: "Why would you hurt me?"

There is a...monster in my heart.

…

I can't tell which side is real between reality and fantasy.

where is this place? Narrow, narrow, narrow, dim... When I woke up in the middle of the night, I found myself in such a place.

They said that this is a place for hospitals to live. By the way, the walls are covered with soft cotton bags. Ellie sat up and looked at her clothes with some confusion.

Why bondage clothing?

By the way, this is a mental hospital.

She couldn't remember how long she had lived here... What exactly had brought her here? Can not remember.

Even if she occasionally thinks of some things that happened before, she can't tell whether it is her dream, fantasy, or something that really happened.

Occasionally, the man who claimed to be a doctor would talk to her. The man said that there is a monster in everyone's heart. But the monster is not scary, but when you escape from it, it will become more and more powerful.

Finally one day, it will completely swallow you up.

is that so? When it was quiet, Ellie looked up at the small iron window. Is that so?

By the way, what is this place? Gloria? Ryan...Bolehan...where are you?

In the narrow, narrow, narrow room, Ellie huddled in the corner. She saw one after another monsters that looked like Ryan, Blehan, and Gloria, surrounding her.

"Go away!"

…

…

There is a monster in everyone's heart.

The shadows of the trees outside the car window were receding rapidly... It was too dark. In fact, all I could see was like a continuous black cloth.

This is... the car?

Isn’t it that narrow place?

Ellie leaned against the car window quietly, feeling like her life was like sewage in the sewer. It was too chaotic...and too bad.

She didn't even know why she was in this car... This should be like a police car, after all, the person driving in front was wearing a police uniform.

Is there a monster in everyone?

It's really ugly.

While being tied to the tree trunk, Ellie thought slightly...she knew what the two policemen wanted to do to her. But... is this reality?

Or just a nightmare?

Once again, she couldn't tell whether this was just her fantasy, or whether she was really in this kind of environment - would she be in this kind of environment? Shouldn't it be in that very small room?

The touch is so real.

It's really ugly... Cover your eyes, will it make you feel better?

Ah, I hate...this feeling.

Everyone has a monster in their heart...an extremely ugly monster...please devour me. I never want to be confused about what is real and what is hypocritical.

Let the monster devour me.

She was so calm that she could hardly feel the movements of the policeman who was messing with her...but she was screaming in her heart.

Jisidili.

"A piece of health, a piece of sanity, a piece of friendship, a piece of love...even a piece of soul, this is how we make money."

It seemed that she had heard such words before and stored them in her mind... By the way, she had seen a strange guy and seemed to have had a strange conversation.

But is it also real... But regardless of whether it is real or not, this moment...

Get off me! Get out of here! Do not touch me!

There is a monster in everyone's heart, so ugly...so ugly.

Please let me, too, become a monster.

In this way, I will no longer have to distinguish between reality and unreality, right?

Just like in that story, Mr. Monster has no heart... The monster comes out of the heart, so don't worry about it.

Taste it, the taste of blood.

Seeing these two policemen who were so frightened that they almost collapsed...oh, so this scene is real?

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Because... I'm already a monster.

Warm blood flowed on her palm, like a gurgling stream, sliding down her arm. She slowly pressed her bloody palm to the slowly opening parchment scroll in front of her.

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…

"The owner of this villa is really nice."

Looking at his wife who had coaxed his daughter to sleep, Marken walked over with a relaxed pace, held his wife's shoulders and said softly: "Thank you for your hard work."

Mrs. Maggie made a silencing gesture and left the room with her husband. Mrs. Maggie seemed to feel a little cold. She hugged her arms tightly and said softly: "As soon as the day breaks, let's set off... I always feel a little uncomfortable here."

Marken nodded, "I feel the same way. After all, building a villa in a place like this... well, it always feels too weird for these young people."

"Is your injury okay?" Mrs. Maggie reached out and touched the wound on her husband's forehead, and said reproachfully: "Really, when you were attacked, didn't you shout loudly? If I heard it, There’s a chance you wouldn’t be knocked unconscious and thrown into a pit.”

Marken shrugged and said: "In that case, I have to consider Lina's safety, right? Who knows if she has any accomplices? What if you get off the car too, leaving Lina alone in the car?" That kind of environment at that time.”

"That's right." Mrs. Maggie nodded helplessly, "Okay, let's not talk anymore. You can also go and take a rest. I want to accompany Lina tonight..."

Mrs. Maggie's expression suddenly changed, as if she was frightened by something, she leaned back against the wall.

"What's wrong?"

Marken, who was also startled by his wife's strangeness, asked quickly.

Mrs. Maggie's arms were trembling a little. She pointed to the corridor window and said in surprise: "Did...something walk by just now?"

Marken turned his head and looked over. It was pitch black outside the window. "There is nothing. Are you too tired? Did you see wrongly? Maybe it's just the shadow of the swaying leaves."

"Maybe." Mrs. Maggie rubbed her eyebrows, and then gently pushed her husband: "Go and rest. You will have to drive when you wake up tomorrow."

Seeing Mrs. Maggie walking into the room to accompany her daughter to sleep, Marken twisted his neck, loosened his somewhat stiff neck, and planned to walk back to the room - the room was just next door.

In the room, after closing the door, Mark frowned, gritted his teeth and took a sip of the mat, slowly walked to the mirror, opened his own clothes, and then pulled down his pants. Down some.

"This damn woman."

A few inches below the abdomen, there were several deep red injuries, as if they had been dug out by some kind of claws.

Marken lowered his head and touched the scratches lightly with his fingers, observing their depth without paying attention to the mirror.

Behind him...a pair of split, scarlet eyes.