Chapter 135: The Perverted Kidnapper, Completely Insane
Yao Yumeng, with vacant, lifeless eyes, slowly pulled up the sleeve of her left arm with trembling, stiff fingers. On her slender forearm, clearly tattooed, was the portrait of Motorcycle Goddess Zhou Mengyao.
With a sinister, terrifying smile on her face, Yao Yumeng screamed maniacally at Zhou Mengyao, who was tightly bound to a chair and unable to move: "See how much I love you?!"
Upon closer inspection, one could see that Yao Yumeng's thin arm was covered in crisscrossing scars, all marks left from her self-harm.
Each scar was deeply indented, intertwined and overlapping, forming a chilling, heart-stopping web, so dense that it was unbearable to look at.
"I love you more than I love myself!" Yao Yumeng laughed with a distorted, hideous expression.
Zhou Mengyao was utterly shocked. She never imagined that this crazed female fan would tattoo her portrait on her arm.
The dense self-harm scars on the small arm of the morbidly insane fan, Yao Yumeng, left Zhou Mengyao horrified and terrified to the extreme.
"Lunatic!"
"This damn psychopath!" Zhou Mengyao cursed in terror in her heart.
Zhou Mengyao, trapped in the chair, her hands tightly bound behind her with tape, still struggled with all her might to break free.
However, all her efforts were in vain.
No matter how hard Zhou Mengyao struggled, she couldn't break free and save herself. She could only watch with wide, terrified eyes as this fanatical and morbid female fan stood before her, her heart filled with endless fear and despair.
AI Generated Zhou Mengyao Kidnapped
Tears, like a broken dam, gushed from Zhou Mengyao's beautiful eyes, streaming down her cheeks and soaking the tape over her mouth. Although she wanted to cry for help, her sealed mouth couldn't make a sound.
A complex timed bomb, wrapped around her body, ticked frantically, like a death-calling curse, constantly pounding on Zhou Mengyao's already fragile nerves.
Motorcycle Goddess Zhou Mengyao, who could dominate the racetrack, was now deeply mired in unprecedented helplessness and panic.
Zhou Mengyao never expected that her glorious career as a professional female racer would bring such a deadly disaster upon her.
The rapidly counting down timed bomb made Zhou Mengyao's heart sink, knowing that her hope of escape was slim. She cried incessantly, terrified by the horrifying and chilling scene before her.
"I even tattooed your name in the place closest to my heart!" Yao Yumeng's eyes were dull, yet held a hint of malevolence.
"Hehe..."
Yao Yumeng let out a bone-chilling, eerie laugh, a sound as if from the netherworld, sending goosebumps all over Zhou Mengyao's body.
"My Goddess, do you know the taste of this unrequited love?"
As Yao Yumeng spoke, she pulled out a gleaming knife from her person.
The sharp blade glinted with a cold light in the dim, dilapidated warehouse, like a devil's fangs, filling Zhou Mengyao with terror. Cold sweat dripped from her forehead, and her heart instantly leaped into her throat.
Zhou Mengyao's KAZILAN eyes widened, her face filled with dread as she stared at the crazed Yao Yumeng. Tears still flowed uncontrollably down her flawless, beautiful cheeks.
"Can you understand how I'm tormented by endless longing day and night?"
Yao Yumeng murmured to herself, continuously waving the incredibly sharp knife in her hand before Zhou Mengyao's eyes. Each swing of the blade seemed to threaten to slice open Zhou Mengyao's delicate skin, a terrifying sight that nearly scared Zhou Mengyao to death.
At this moment, Zhou Mengyao, in desperate straits, felt an unprecedented despair welling up in her heart.
It was a despair of crying out to heaven with no answer, crying out to earth with no response. This damned sense of helplessness pushed Zhou Mengyao, who was once a formidable and invincible force on the women's motorcycle racing circuit, to the brink of collapse and madness.
"Damn it!"
"This damned lunatic!"
"Help! Who can save me now?!"
Zhou Mengyao was so scared that she tightly closed her eyes, her body trembling uncontrollably. As she sank into unprecedented despair, she frantically prayed silently in her heart.
"Rip!"
Yao Yumeng suddenly ripped off the tape covering Zhou Mengyao's mouth, making Zhou Mengyao flinch and abruptly open her tear-filled eyes.
The terrified Zhou Mengyao watched as the insane, fanatical Yao Yumeng used the sharp knife to cut off a strand of Zhou Mengyao's hair, causing Zhou Mengyao to let out muffled sobs.
Immediately after, the morbidly insane Yao Yumeng, with a horrifying smile, opened her mouth and ate Zhou Mengyao's hair.
"Ugh..." Zhou Mengyao was terrified to the extreme.
After eating the hair, Yao Yumeng stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, revealing a satisfied yet morbid smile.
"My Goddess, is this your taste?"
"Now I have your hair inside my body, so when we go to the underworld together, your hair will entwine and bind me. We won't get separated in the underworld, hehe..."
Yao Yumeng's horrifying laughter made Zhou Mengyao feel as if she were in an ice cellar, shivering all over.
"Ugh..."
Zhou Mengyao, summoning her courage, parted her lips and said tremblingly, "I don't want to die yet, please let me go, okay?"
Yao Yumeng rolled her eyes, her body twitching uncontrollably. She tilted her neck, admiring the exquisite Zhou Mengyao, and grinned eerily: "Whether you want to die or not isn't important. What's important is that I want to die with you!"
"Hehe..."
Yao Yumeng's sinister and terrifying laughter echoed in the dilapidated warehouse, so ethereal and chilling.
Zhou Mengyao gasped, begging tearfully, "I'm a woman, and you're also a woman. Why are you so obsessively fond of me?"
Yao Yumeng seemed to be stimulated by Zhou Mengyao's words, touching a sensitive nerve. She pulled up the sleeve of her right arm, revealing a complex full-sleeve tattoo of countless male gender symbols.
"Not even Jesus can stop me from loving you, let alone gender?!"
Zhou Mengyao was once again shocked to the point of her scalp tingling. She never would have thought that the full-sleeve tattoo on Yao Yumeng's right arm was made up of countless male gender symbols, densely arranged in a chaotic order.
"Ugh..." Zhou Mengyao was stunned.
Yao Yumeng laughed maniacally, then gently caressed Zhou Mengyao's exquisite small face, saying crazily, "My love for you is my business. Does it have anything to do with gender?"
Zhou Mengyao shivered and said, "Please calm down. Can you turn off the timed bomb first?"
Unexpectedly, Yao Yumeng said with horror, "I'm very sorry, my Goddess!"
"Once this timed bomb is activated, it cannot be turned off. As soon as the countdown ends, it will 'boom' and send us to another world."
"To die with you, I've been planning for a whole year. Today, I can finally fulfill my wish!"
"You must also really want to embrace the new world with me, right?"
Zhou Mengyao was utterly despairing after hearing this. She looked at the insane, crazed Yao Yumeng with tear-filled eyes, responding with hatred, "We can never be together, not even in death!"
"You're a lunatic. Only a psychopath would be willing to die with you. Hurry up and let me go!"
"I don't want to die with you, you psychopath!"
Yao Yumeng seemed to be provoked by Zhou Mengyao's words. Her neck twitched as she rolled her eyes, shaking with anger, and she let out a hysterical roar that made Zhou Mengyao flinch.
Then, the enraged Yao Yumeng suddenly used the sharp knife to slash her own left wrist. Crimson blood instantly gushed out, flowing down Yao Yumeng's withered, thin wrist and dripping onto the mottled concrete floor.
"Ugh..." Zhou Mengyao was shocked once again.
Yao Yumeng's morbidly insane actions, coupled with the frantic countdown of the timed bomb, made Zhou Mengyao feel suffocated and terrified to the extreme.
Immediately after, the completely insane Yao Yumeng threw the sharp knife in her hand to the ground with a "clank" and began to use the fingers of her right hand, dipping them in the blood gushing from her cut left wrist, to write on Zhou Mengyao's fair cheek.
"Ugh..."
Zhou Mengyao was so scared that she didn't dare to move, her eyes tightly shut and trembling. She dared not cry out, but her tears simply wouldn't stop.
Yao Yumeng wrote the character for 'love' on Zhou Mengyao's face with her blood. The handwriting, like her crazed personality, was twisted and crooked, looking utterly chilling.
"Please let me go!"
"If you really like me, then please let me go, okay?"
Zhou Mengyao, bound to the chair, pleaded helplessly and despairingly, but the completely insane kidnapper Yao Yumeng was utterly unmoved.
In the dimly lit, dilapidated warehouse.
Yao Yumeng's behavior grew increasingly frantic. Her face was pale, and her eyes gleamed with an abnormal light, as if driven by some unseen force. Her fingers, dipped in her own crimson blood, continued to write the chilling character for "love" on Zhou Mengyao's body.
Zhou Mengyao's body had completely stiffened. Her eyes were tightly closed, tears constantly streamed from the corners of her eyes, mixing with the blood on her face. Her heart was filled with fear and helplessness, yet she could only silently endure this endless torment.
Yao Yumeng, as if possessed, mumbled incoherently, like reciting a spell from hell, continuously using her own blood to write the terrifying character for "love" on Zhou Mengyao's skin with her fingers.
Soon, Zhou Mengyao's body was covered with the character for "love" written in Yao Yumeng's own blood, looking utterly horrifying and terrifying.
This incredibly eerie scene was more chilling than anything in a horror movie; it was simply terrifyingly horrifying.
The insane, crazed Yao Yumeng seemed to have forgotten the passage of time. She focused, writing the character for "love" repeatedly in blood, as if to engrave her affection deeply into Zhou Mengyao's skin.
However, Yao Yumeng's affection had become twisted and morbid, sending shivers down Zhou Mengyao's spine.
In this blood-soaked and terrifying dilapidated warehouse, a strong smell of blood permeated the air, making Zhou Mengyao feel a difficult-to-bear nausea. She cried and pleaded, "Stop! Don't keep writing on me with blood!"
"If your blood keeps flowing, you'll soon die from excessive blood loss!"
"Please, please stop!"
"While you haven't lost too much blood and gone into shock, quickly remove this damned timed bomb from me! You're really driving me crazy, you lunatic!"
However, Yao Yumeng, whose face was pale from excessive blood loss, seemed not to hear Zhou Mengyao's tearful pleas and simply continued her insane behavior.
The outside world seemed to be cut off from this dilapidated warehouse; no sound could disturb these two people entangled by fate.
Only Yao Yumeng's crazed murmurs, Zhou Mengyao's sobs, and the sound of dripping blood echoed in this decaying, moldy space, creating an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
After an unknown amount of time.
Yao Yumeng, with a sinister, evil smile, finally stopped her actions. She blankly admired her masterpiece, as if very satisfied with her twisted, morbid behavior.
"Haha..." Yao Yumeng's terrifying laughter was now weak and breathless.
Yao Yumeng, completely consumed by madness, finally collapsed in front of Zhou Mengyao due to excessive blood loss. Barely alive, she still wore a terrifying, evil smile on her face.
"Ugh..." A hint of terror flashed in Zhou Mengyao's eyes.
The timed bomb strapped to Zhou Mengyao's body had entered its final five minutes, causing her to feel an unprecedented sense of despair and fear.
"Wuwu..."
Before her death, Zhou Mengyao's mind was filled with Lin Lang's tall and handsome figure. Thinking of soon being separated from Lin Lang by life and death, Zhou Mengyao's tears streamed down uncontrollably.
"Wuwuwu..."
Zhou Mengyao, completely plunged into despair, cried out sorrowfully and helplessly, "Lin Lang, aren't you skilled in divination and metaphysics, able to calculate and foresee?"
"How come I've been kidnapped by this crazy woman and am about to be blown up by a timed bomb, and you still haven't appeared to save me, wuwuwu..."
"Lin Lang, I'm about to be blown up, and I haven't even told you 'I love you' in person!"
"Wuwu..."
"I no longer have the chance to tell you those three words, 'I love you,' in person, wuwuwu..."