At this time, the woman seemed to have noticed him and looked over. The delicate makeup on her face deformed and twisted. She walked over with a smile and stretched out her hand to grab him.
The terrible laughter came closer.
He ran as hard as he could, but the huge mansion was empty, but he didn't see anyone, not even a place to cover himself.
He burst into tears and wanted to shout for help, but found that his throat seemed to be strangled and he could only make a "hehe" sound. It became increasingly difficult to breathe. Due to excessive hypoxia, I felt dizzy, and my steps became smaller and smaller.
In the darkness, the woman's pale fingers with red nails were getting closer and closer to him, and despair became more and more intense in his eyes.
Woo woo woo, like a helpless little beast that is anxious and wailing.
Is this the end?
President: Male with unknown attributes
Me: Straight man with extreme insomnia
after being together
CEO: He is very expressive and wants to be kissed and hugged. He is extremely controlling and aggressive.
Me: I have no choice but to cooperate with the performance every day. The quality of sleep is super good and I can sleep in seconds.
To feel is to feel forcefully, to attack is to forcefully attack.
Note: Based on the first-person vision of the subject
Purpose: To satisfy readers' interest in reading and make the plot more readable