Chapter 470:

"We used to talk about fear, you know me. She knows what I want to find. She knows I want guinea pigs. She quickly became popular. Once she realized what I was doing, calm herself down."
Photo six. Cheryl sat in the corner of the room thinking.
"I think she believes she can wait for me."
Photo seven. Cheryl looked at the beef leg and glanced at the table.
"Beautiful photos, don't you think? Look at the disgusting expression on her face. She even hates the smell of cooked meat. She was not hungry at the time."
Eight: She sleeps.
Nine: She is angry. Steve felt uncomfortable and watched the girl squat on the bucket with shorts at her ankle. There were tears on her face.
Ten: She drinks water from the kettle.
Eleven years old: She fell asleep again, returned to the room, and shrank like a fetus.
"How long did she stay in the room?"
"That was only fourteen hours. She lost her direction very quickly. You can't see the light change. Her biological clock was quickly messed up."
"How long has she been here?"
"Until this is proven."
Twelve: Waking up, she wandered around the table and glanced secretly.
"This was taken the next morning. I fell asleep: the camera only took pictures every 25 minutes. Looking at her eyes..."
Steve looked at the picture more closely. Cheryl's face was a little desperate:, wild expression. The way she stared at the beef could have tried to hypnotize it.
"She looks disgusting."
"She is tired, nothing more. It happens that she sleeps a lot, but this seems to just make her more tired than ever. She doesn't know whether it is day or night. Of course she is very hungry. That is already one and a half days. . She is a little freckled."
Thirteen years old: She fell asleep again, shrinking into a tighter ball, as if she wanted to swallow herself. Fourteen: She drinks more water.
"I changed the jug while she was asleep. She slept soundly: I can make a fixture there, it won't wake her up. Lost the whole world."
He smiled. Crazy, Steve thought, that man was crazy.
"God, that stinks. You know what women smell sometimes: no sweat, it's something else. Smell: fleshy. Bloody. She is almost at the end. No plans like that."
Fifteen: She touched the meat.
Quaid said: "This is where the cracks begin to show." "This is the beginning of fear."
Steve studied the photo carefully. The printed texture blurs the details, but the cool mom is really painful. When she touched the food, her face was knotted, half desire and half rejection. Sixteen years old: She was at the door again, rushing towards her wholeheartedly. Her mouth was full of black anxiety, and she screamed towards the blank door.
"Whenever she encountered meat, she always harassed me."
"How long will this take?"
"Come for three days. You are seeing a hungry woman."
It is not difficult to see this. The next photo stopped in the middle of the room, moving her eyes away from the temptation of food, and her whole body was in trouble.
"You starved her to death."
"She can not eat for ten days. Steve fasts in any civilized country. At any time, 60% of the British population is clinically obese. Anyway, she is too fat."
Eighteen years old: She was sitting on the fat girl crying in the corner of the room.
"About now she began to have hallucinations. It was just a little bit of mental ticking. She thought she felt something in her hair or the back of her hands. I would see her staring into the air, sometimes seeing nothing."
Nineteen: She is washing herself. She was stripped of her waist, heavy, and her face lost expression. The meat is darker than the previous photos.
"She washes her clothes regularly. You can't finish washing from head to toe. Don't let twelve hours pass." "The meat looks like..."
"mature?"
"dark."
"It's warm in her little room; there are a few flies in her. They found the meat: they laid their eggs. Yes, they mature well."
"Is that part of the plan?"
"Of course. If the meat changes when fresh, what about her aversion to rotten meat? That is the crux of her dilemma, isn't it? The longer the wait, the more disgusting the food. She is trapped on the one hand. In your own flesh, on the other hand you are afraid of dying of fear. Which one is given first?
Steve is also trapped now.
On the one hand, the joke has gone too far, and Quaid’s experiment has become an exercise in sadism. On the other hand, he wants to know the ending of this story. It is an undeniable charm to watch women suffer.
The next 7 photos-21 photos, 21 photos, 2 photos, 3 photos, 4 photos, 5 photos and 6 photos are the same cycle program. Sleep, wash clothes, pee, watch meat. Sleep, wash clothes, pee-then 27.
"see?"
She picked up the meat.
Yes, she picked it up with fear on her face. Now, the beef part looks very mature with fly eggs on it. hair.
"She bit."
In the next photo, her face is buried in the flesh.
Steve seemed to taste the rotten meat at the back of his throat. His brain went mad, as can be imagined, and rotting gravy was growing on his tongue. What can she do?
Twenty-nine: She vomited in the bucket in the corner of the room.
Thirty: She sat and looked at the table. It is empty. The kettle has been thrown on the wall. The plate was smashed. The beef is lying on the floor with spoiled mucus.
31: She sleeps. Her head was lost with tangles.
Thirty-two: She stood up. She looked at the meat again, ignoring it. The hunger she felt was obvious. The same goes for disgust.
Thirty-three. She sleeps.
"How long is it now?" Steve asked.
"Five days. No, six days."
Six days.
Thirty-four. She is a vague figure, apparently leaping towards the wall. Steve may not be sure if she doubts it. He asked in the past. Part of him doesn't want to know.
Thirty-five: She is sleeping under the table again. The sleeping bag was torn into pieces, and shredded cloth and stuffing were scattered around the room.
Thirty-six: She spoke to the door, walked through the door, knowing she would not be able to answer.
Thirty-seven: She ate rotten meat.
She sat under the table calmly, like a primitive man in the cave, pulling the meat with her front teeth. Her face was expressionless again. All her energy is focused on the purpose of the moment. To eat. Eat until the hunger disappears, until the pain in the stomach disappears, and the disease in the mind disappears.
Steve stared at the picture.
Quaid said: "It shocked me. She suddenly gave in. For a moment, she seemed to resist as before. The monologue at the door was the same as the daily threats and apologies. Come out and then she breaks. That's it. Squatting under the table and eating the beef on the bones, as if it can be cut."
38: She is asleep. The door is open. It was pouring rain.
Thirty-nine: The room is empty.
"Where did she go?"
"She wandered downstairs. She went into the kitchen, drank a few glasses of water, and sat in a chair for three or four hours without saying a word."
"Did you talk to her?"
"Finally. When she started to get rid of her fugue state. The experiment is over. I don't want to hurt her." "What did she say?"
"No."
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