Dancing Youth: Evil and Rebellious Girl

Chapter 723 A Psychological Game

Ye Ziye bit her lip, looked at the ceiling, pressed Rex's mouth firmly with both hands, and let the burning cigarette stick in his mouth, and did not let go until he swallowed the whole stick.

She looked down at him with a murderous look, and said word by word: "Although I have grievances and grievances with you, my parents will not be..."

Rex was choked to death by the cigarette stuck in his throat, coughing non-stop, suffocating the whole person.

"If you have any dissatisfaction, you can come to me, just because of those motorcycles? Is that why you have been pestering me?" She grabbed his hair and pulled him up.

Anger and grief covered her rationality, and she pulled him like crazy: "Kill them, what can you get? Huh? What can you get?"

"Is my pain what you want? Does it make you feel happy because I regret messing with you? Why can you treat them like this?"

Suddenly Ye Ziye raised his other hand, and pierced an extremely sharp saber towards his body with a strange cold light.

With all her strength, she slammed the saber into his stomach.

Rex screamed, "Ah—!"

"You killed my dearest person, killed, do you think you can stay out of it? Do you think I won't know that you did it?"

With a frenzied move, she picked up the saber and thrust it into his body again.

There are many ways to kill, but she doesn't want him to die too happily, she wants him to regret, she wants him to beg for mercy, and she wants him to repent for what he has done.

She wants to cut off his body piece by piece, she wants him to experience the fear of death, and finally die in the torment of his own fear.

She had heard from friends before that during the World Wars, the military captured captives back for experiments.

Blindfold his eyes and tell him that his blood will be cut off and his blood will drain slowly drop by drop until he dies.

It was a psychological game, testing the limit of a person's mental capacity.

In fact, the researchers just slashed his wrist with the back of the knife without cutting the wound, and then used a bucket to hold the drip.

The water droplets in the water pipe slowly dripped drop by drop into the iron bucket, making a clear and terrifying sound in the silent space.

(End of this chapter)