Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Beautiful Prey
Ivana Monroe was seized from behind with a cloth covering her mouth. Alarm bells rang in her mind. She held her breath and began to struggle fiercely. However, the man’s strength was astonishingly great, as if he knew exactly how to subdue someone from behind.
The oxygen in Ivana’s mouth became increasingly scarce. She looked at Patrick Payne’s wife for help, hoping she could save her. But the woman was completely petrified, stunned for a moment, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
Ivana awoke again, lying on a cold surgical table, her hands tightly bound to the sides with ropes, the air filled with the heavy scent of blood.
Around the surgical table, dozens of white leather canvases displayed vibrant watercolor paintings of various small animals, scenes of brutal slaughter, each painting featuring a clown.
Each clown’s performance was different, his eyes constantly fixed on the tortured animals, and his bright red mouth stretched in a grim expression of excitement as if in celebration.
Seeing these watercolor paintings, Ivana broke into a cold sweat. She encountered a deranged killer. He used to slaughter animals; is he going to kill people now?
Crash!
The watercolor on the right was pushed aside, and a clown dressed precisely like the one in the painting appeared before Ivana.
"Have you finished looking? Which way of dying from the human skin paintings do you prefer? I’m in a good mood today, so you can choose your favorite way to die." The clown’s voice seemed very excited, and his right hand, wearing a white glove, held a cold surgical knife.
He grinned menacingly at Ivana, "You are truly beautiful, and the skin on your body must be pure white and flawless, more exquisite than the twelve women I’ve killed before. I’m so lucky to have met such a perfect prey like you."
Ivana’s scalp tingled with horror. Were all these paintings made of human skin?
Her heart trembled violently as she struggled with all her might. The ropes binding her hands were tight and offered no chance of escape.
"Beautiful prey, stop your futile struggles. The more fiercely prey struggles on my operating table, the slower and more painful, and tragic their death is."
"Who ordered you to kill Patrick Payne and then brought me here to murder me?" Ivana forced herself to remain calm.
"Ha... Beautiful prey, are you trying to get me to talk? Before you die, I’ll tell you if you cooperate with me. When I slice open your skin and possess you, don’t bite your tongue to kill yourself. I want to hear your miserable, thrilling, exciting cries."
"None of the twelve women who died before could fulfill my wish. They either bit their tongues to commit suicide or cried miserably asking me to anesthetize them. Anesthetized women lie on the operating table like dead fish, unable to bring me to the exciting climax."
"Oh! Right, my live stream, how could I forget to share this thrilling and wonderful moment with my friends? Beautiful prey, wait for me for a moment. I’ll be right back."
The clown turned around, excitedly entering the room to move the large, cumbersome LCD computer for live streaming.
"Oh, shit. It’s so heavy! Why did I buy it for live streaming?" The clown cursed in the room.
*
Riverbend Hospital.
Butler Chaucer dialed Ivana’s phone several times, but no one answered. Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of unease, could something have happened to the young lady?
Butler Chaucer was on the brink of panic. He had to find someone to rescue the young lady.
A handsome man, like a heavenly being, appeared in Butler Chaucer’s mind.
In all of Ravenswood, no one was more capable than Leon Keane. Only Leon could rescue the young lady in the shortest time possible.
Butler Chaucer immediately dialed Kane Group.
**
Kane Group.
Derrick Stern rushed into the President’s office.
Leon Keane was working when he looked up in displeasure, "Since when can people enter my office without knocking?"
Derrick Stern’s expression was akin to a disaster scene, "It’s bad, President Kane. Butler Chaucer called and said Ivana is in trouble."
Leon Keane stood up abruptly, his fingers involuntarily clenching, "Make the situation clear, how’s Ivana?"
Derrick Stern quickly relayed everything Butler Chaucer had told him to Leon.
Leon Keane’s heart clenched tightly as he swiftly unlocked his phone. His fingers trembled uncontrollably as he clicked on Ivana’s location system.
Ivana’s phone was turned off, but no one knew that he had secretly installed a tracking system in the phone he gave her. Even if the phone was turned off, he could still locate her.
As long as Ivana’s phone wasn’t discarded.
After a few seconds of waiting, Ivana’s location and route appeared on Leon Keane’s phone, ultimately stopping at a dilapidated building.
No one would deliberately run to such a remote abandoned building and leave their phone there.
Thus, there was only one possibility left; Ivana had been taken there.
Leon Keane kicked the chair away and dashed out of the office. The president’s elevator went straight down, launching his luxury car out of the parking lot.
Derrick Stern chased after Leon Keane while simultaneously calling the police, "Someone’s been kidnapped by criminals and is in mortal danger. The address is an unfinished building in the economic development zone."
**
Inside the abandoned building.
The clown moved the computer outside, with the camera facing the surgical table where Ivana lay. He booted up the computer and opened a dark, unknown platform, entering the live stream.
"Hi~ friends, I’m back. Today I’m bringing you a joyful, thrilling, and exciting visual feast."
The live stream had only started for a few minutes when more than a dozen people joined.
"Ugly, don’t block the prey. Let us first appreciate the prey’s appearance today. If it’s too ugly, I might not be interested," someone commented in the live stream chat.
The clown twisted his body in front of the camera, creating comedic tossing motions, his broad grin casting a chilling impression.
"Today’s prey is exceedingly beautiful, the most beautiful among all my prey. Moreover, she promised me she’d cooperate while I torture her, allowing me to completely possess her."
Cheering erupted in the live stream platform, and gifts flooded in.
The clown grew increasingly excited. After receiving a large wave of gifts, he showcased the surgical-table-bound Ivana to the audience.
"Oh, my
God, Ugly’s prey today is truly amazing."
"Ugly, hurry up and start! I’m getting impatient."
"Heavens~ I wish I could have such a beautiful prey with high looks."
Comments poured in, and the number of people in the live stream doubled several times over, with gifts continuously flowing. Ugly’s live stream was unprecedentedly lively.
The clown triumphantly approached the surgical table, a cold surgical knife gleaming, slipping it along Ivana’s neck, gently picking open one of her shirt buttons.
Ivana didn’t let out a terrified scream. She was the calmest and most composed prey he had ever seen.
"Ugly, don’t you find playing like this not thrilling enough?"