Psycho Senior[18+]

Flashback

YEARS AGO

The days were so frightening and gloomy. Evan thought that one day, he would not be able to endure it any longer, and he would die in such an abominable way. But one day, he saw light amidst the darkness.

Little Emily appeared that day.

She was wearing a beautiful light-colored dress and standing at the door nibbling on a lollipop, watching the cold and humid warehouse being opened by the wind and ran over to see him.

"Brother, who are you??"

"Brother, why are you staying here?? The ground is so cold, how can you sit on the ground, brother??"

"Brother, brother, why do you have a chain on your body??"

He didn't ask for help. Neither to the men who slept with that woman, nor to the village woman who occasionally came to visit. He struggled to escape and ran out to ask for help, but was caught by the village men and threw him back at that woman, "You little bastard running around. You have to listen to your mother."

"She is not my mother, she is not..." he cried, and asked for help, but no one listened to him. Now he saw a little warm kindness in his despair, even if the other party was a little girl younger than him. He still held his hand and asked for her help, "You'll help me.."

"What can I do to help, brother??" The girl held a lollipop blankly, looking over. Before he could speak, she was hugged away by that woman.

"Little Emily, this is not a place you should come."

"But brother..."

"He made a mistake and was not obedient, so he was locked here."

Little Emily was taken away, but she would often sneak over, sometimes with freshly baked sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, sometimes holding sweet candies, and always smiling silly and softly at him.

But Evan was full of disgust for her and no longer looked at her as a hope.

He heard that this little girl was that woman's niece, a relative of the demoness, and must be that demoness's little helper.

Of course, this is not the case. Little Emily, who was only six years old, was simple and kind. Even if she was glared with malice, she still liked to get close to him.

"My name is Emily Ruan. Emily is for the pottery of ceramics. And  Ruan is soft"

"My mother.......she is ill. She is very sick, so my aunt is taking care of me"

"Brother, why does my aunt keep you locked up?? She is very good to me, but she is always fierce to you."

Little Emily came to talk to him a lot every day. The delight in her eyes did not seem to be fake, but Evan still wanted to escape. Since he was taken captive in this remote mountain village, he has endured countless malice. He had forgotten his innocence and warmth.

So he looked at the simple and beautiful girl in front of him and suddenly a terrible thought arose

"Emily," Evan changed his attitude and began to gently coax Little Emily, "Brother is suffering everyday here. Are you willing to help your brother??"

Little Emily nodded, dumbfounded. As instructed, she stole the key to the chain and took him out to call the police.

That time was unsuccessful, the long ring sound was very long. When it finally connected, the woman rushed over and covered his mouth to prevent him from talking and immediately hung up the phone.

The woman beat him again, this time, it also affected little Emily. She tilted her head and confronted her bravely, "My brother said he doesn't like to stay here, why do you want to lock him up??"