"You, you give me back the gun!" the young lady shouted, clutching her stomach.
I tossed the gun back to her. She probably thought I was an idiot, snatching it with glee and pointing it at me again. But then she realized the weight felt off. Tilting the barrel, she saw the magazine was gone. Angrily, she threw the gun at me. While I dodged, she pushed aside the cart and ran towards the door.
Serves her right. The door had been closed by her earlier. Opening it took time, enough for me to catch up, grab her by her waist from behind, and execute a backbreaker onto the stall. I deliberately avoided slamming her head, letting her land on her side, afraid of paralyzing her. Still, she was thrown into a daze, stars likely dancing before her eyes, her vision hazy. Seizing the moment, I pulled off her boots and then tore down her black stockings. Turning her over onto her face, I bound her hands and feet together. She was very light, and I lifted her with one hand, carrying her back to the bedroom and tossing her onto the bed.
By now, the young lady had regained full consciousness and was screaming for me to let her go.
"Scream all you want. You won't be rescued even if you lose your voice," I chuckled, though it was a terrible line.
But she kept screaming. I went to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, wet it, and stuffed one end into her mouth. If she screamed again, she'd inhale deeply. The water in the towel would then enter her throat. Since she couldn't swallow properly, she would choke. I was really wicked.
After a few choked gulps of water, I re-dipped the towel, making it more saturated, and shoved it in again. This time, the young lady wised up and stopped screaming. However, the fire in her eyes had not subsided; she glared at me intently.
I pulled over a chair, sat by the bedside, and unhurriedly lit a cigarette. "How about you cause some more trouble? Once you've had enough, I'll ask you questions."
The young lady snorted and turned her face away, refusing to cooperate.
Why was she so confident? Was there someone else outside?
I used my qi sensing technique. The corridor was empty. However, the Whale God next door had woken up, possibly disturbed by the girl's commotion. But she showed no particular reaction. Judging by the position of her aura, she seemed to be in the bathroom, her energy slightly forward. Could it be that she was...
The scene of blasphemy is not fit for description. As long as she doesn't interfere, that's fine.
"Have you considered? Will you speak or not? If you cooperate, you'll be spared physical pain," I said, feigning ferocity and cunning.
She just snorted at me again and turned her face away.
"Then don't blame me. However, hehe, I like listening to women's voices when I'm up to no good." I stood up, walked to the bed, removed the towel from her mouth, then moved to her side. I reached out and touched her hands and feet, even mischievously tickling the soles of her feet.
"Ahhh!" The woman's terrified scream echoed through the room. She twisted her body with considerable force. I, who was kneeling by the bed, was forced to roll off the bed beside her.
The young lady strained and said fiercely, "If you dare lay a single hair on me, you'll die today! You pervert!"
"Oh, really?" I used my knee to pin her waist and reached out again, tickling her even harder. The girl's pained cries grew louder.
"So what if I'm a pervert? I'll do whatever I want to you!" I contorted my face into a ferocious expression, my eyes wide, staring at the young lady like a wild beast eyeing its prey.
After a few cries, the young lady seemed to grow numb. Her screams were not as loud, but her mouth remained stubborn, intermittently cursing me.
Alright, this tactic was ineffective. It was time to change strategy.
I got off the bed and started unbuttoning my shirt.