Trafford’s Trading Club

There was a voice, in her ear, saying, "Kill her."

In the morning, Ali suddenly felt a chill. So she woke up, and Gloria opened the dorm window and the cold wind blew in.

Gloria took a dress and put it on Ali, incredibly: “Oh, my God, you've been up all night! ”

Ali subconsciously grabbed the clothes on her body and suddenly asked: "Did you... hear anything? ”

“Did you? What's that noise?” Gloria was stunned.

Ali shook her head. She looked subconsciously into the mirror next to her, and she looked so pale in the mirror, and she looked at Gloria.

Bright and touching.

“Ellie? Are you sick?” Gloria asked worryingly, "Tell me, is it uncomfortable there? ”

“No.” Ali tried to shake her head, in fact, she did.

“Are you in trouble?” Gloria pressed Ali's shoulder gently and lowered her head: “Is it emotional? About Ryan? Actually, you can tell me that we're good friends. ”

“Good friend…” Ali said softly, looking at herself in the mirror and Gloria.

When both faces leaned together, why did Gloria's face become so strange... she knew Gloria had nothing unusual, but why did she see Gloria in the mirror, such horror?

Like a monster?

“Gloria... what would you do if one day I hurt you?” Ali suddenly asked.

Gloria shrugged her shoulders and said confidently, "Why did you hurt me? ”

I have a... monster in my heart.

……

I can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy, which is real.

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

They say this is where the supply hospital lives. By the way, the walls are covered in soft cotton bags. Allie sat up and looked at her clothes somewhat puzzled.

Why would it be restraint?

By the way, this is a mental hospital.

She doesn't remember how long she lived here... what exactly lived here? I don't remember.

Even if she occasionally remembers something that happened before, she can't tell… whether it was her dream, fantasy, or something that really happened.

Occasionally, the man who called himself a doctor would talk to her, and the man said that everyone had a monster in their heart. But the monster isn't scary, but when you run away from it, it gets stronger and stronger.

Finally, one day, it will completely devour yourself.

Is that so? When it's quiet, Ali looks up at the tiny iron window. Is that it?

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

Narrow, narrow, narrow rooms with Allie curled around the corner. She saw one Ryan after another, Brigham, Gloria... the monster, surrounding her.

“Go away! ”

……

……

Everyone has a monster in their heart.

The shadow of the tree outside the window is backing away so fast... it's too dark to see anything but a continuous black cloth.

Is this... in the car?

Isn't that the narrow place?

Ali leaned quietly against the window and felt her life was like sewage in a sewer, too messy... too bad.

She doesn't even know why she's in this car... it's supposed to be like a police car, after all, this one driving in front of you, wearing a police uniform.

Does everyone have a monster in their heart?

It's ugly.

When tied to the trunk, Ali slightly thought... she knew what the two policemen wanted to do to her. But... is this a reality?

Or is it just a nightmare?

Again, she doesn't know if it's just her fantasy, or if she's really in this kind of environment -- would she be in this kind of environment? Shouldn't you be in that tiny room?

The touch is so real.

It's really ugly... blindfolded, would that make you feel better?

Ah, so annoying... this feeling.

Everyone has a monster in their heart... an ugly monster... please devour me and no longer want to know what is real and what is false.

Let the monster eat me.

Even the action of the policeman who was messing with her barely felt her... but shouted in her heart.

Existential.

“A health, a reason, a friendship, love… and even a soul, are all ways we make money. ”

In that case, she seemed to have heard it, existed in her mind... and, by the way, she had met a strange guy, who seemed to have had a strange conversation.

But is it true... but whether it's true or not, this moment...

Get away from me! Get away from me!

Everyone has a monster in their heart, so ugly... so ugly.

Let me, too, be a monster.

So I don't have to tell the difference between reality and reality anymore?

Just like in that story, Mr. Monster with no heart... the monster comes out of his heart, don't even mind.

Tastes like blood.

Seeing these two frightened, almost collapsing policemen... Oh, is this really happening?

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Because… I am already a monster.

Warm blood flowed on her palms, like a raging stream, sliding down onto her arms, and she slowly pressed her bloody palms against this slowly spreading sheepskin roll in front of her.

……

……

“The owner of this villa is really nice. ”

Looking at the wife who had put her daughter to sleep in the past, Mark relaxed his footsteps and held her shoulder, whispering: "Thank you very much. ”

Mrs. Maggie made a loud gesture and then left the room with her husband. Mrs. Maggie seemed to feel a little cold and held her arms tight, softly: “At dawn, let's go… here, it always feels a little uncomfortable. ”

Mark nodded, “I feel the same way. Anyway, building a villa in a place like this... well, it always feels weird for young people. ”

“How's your wound?” Mrs. Maggie reached out and touched the wound on her husband's forehead, blaming her. “You really are, aren't you going to yell when you're attacked? If I heard you, you might not get knocked out and throw it in the pit. ”

Marken shrugged, “In that case, I had to think about Lena's safety, didn't I? Who knows if she has an accomplice? What if you got out of the car and left Lena alone in the car? That kind of environment. ”

“Exactly.” Mrs. Maggie nodded helplessly. “Well, let's not talk about it. You should take a break. I want to stay with Lena tonight...”

Mrs. Maggie's face suddenly changed and all of a sudden, as if frightened by something, the whole person leaned back against the wall.

“What's the matter? ”

Marken, surprised by his wife's peculiarity, asked hastily.

Mrs. Maggie's arm shivered a little, pointing to the window in the hallway, and she was astonished: “Did something just... walk by? ”

Mark turned his head and looked at the black paint outside the window, "Nothing. Aren't you tired? Maybe it's just the shadow of the leaves shaking. ”

“Maybe." Mrs. Maggie rubbed her eyebrows and pushed her husband gently: “Go rest and wake up tomorrow and drive. ”

When Mrs. Maggie walked into the room to sleep with her daughter, Marken twisted her neck, loosened some stiff neck, and intended to go back to the room - the room was just next door.

In the room, after closing the door, Marken tightened his eyebrows, sucked a cold seat with his teeth, slowly walked to the mirror, lifted his own pair, and pulled down some of his pants.

“This damn woman. ”

A few inches below the abdomen, a few dark red injuries, like being dug out by some claw.

Marken lowered his head and gently touched his fingers on these scratches, observing their shallow depths and not noticing them in the mirror.

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