Unforeseen Truth

Prologue

Full of shredded blood until it soaked into my past. I was unaware that I was doing it frequently. He treated me as if I were a puppet. He told me that I was doing the right thing because it was a job and I obliged in order to protect my family. Because of him, I lost myself long ago.

"Kill him."

I approached the man who was tightly bound by the metal chains. He can't even move his limbs. It appears that I'm going to torture him. I took a look at his condition. His blood was dripping on the floor as he trembled in fear due to the chains.

"Please...p-please save me," he begged in front of me.

I felt terrible for him, in return I slowly tortured him with my blunted shears, severing his right hand. He's screaming in pain and attempting to move his body, but he failed. He cried out in front of me, pleading for mercy and apologizing for betraying my father.

"I—I—I'm... begging... please—AGH!"

"Tell me where you hid my money," father asked calmly.

"I—I didn't—"

Father was pleased with everything he saw. "Truvianne," he said softly.

I stab his leg, slowly pushing it back. When he begged me to stop, I just stared at him. He continued to scream, groan, and his breathing continued to struggle.

"Where has Mourn gone?"

"S-Sir! I'm not certain! " he shakes his head, "I—I don't know!" He denied it once more.

"Where the fuck he is?"

"I—I... I d—don't..."

My Father instantly turns his cold gaze to me, and I know what that means; I stared at him as well then looked away. I had no other option, so I swiftly touched his mouth and carefully opened it.

"A—AHHKK... ARGHHH..."!" I tighten my grip on his tongue and cut it steadily with my blunted shears to make him feel how the pain would pleasure him in the pure bliss of suffering.

I hit his face after cutting his tongue, resulting in a small cut. The pain was consuming him, as such he kept moving his body and his face. I slapped him across the face and yanked his hair. I gave him a smile. He closed his mouth tightly with all his might. I quickly snipped his left side lip to his cheek. My father's office was filled with the sound of his suffering. With his tongue, I closed his mouth. He tried to spit out the tongue but was too weak.

I threatened, "Eat it or you'll die."

He cried and shook his head at first. I stab him to get him to do what I want. He was about to scream when I punched him where I had stabbed him. He groaned, trembled, and continued to cry, but no words could escape his mouth. He chews his tongue slowly. He was about to vomit, so I grabbed his hair to keep him from doing so. Instead, he coughs, and his vomit and tongue have disintegrated and fallen to the floor.

"Your tongue is useless if you continue to deceive me, Mr. Laspoas." He laughed and smiled, as if he was pleased with me.

The victim is shedding tears and peering at me. He was pleading for his life. I removed the chains that bind his body. Grabbing him, I dragged him to the floor. I pushed his head back, touching his hair, so he'd eat his vomit.

"Clean up your mess," I commanded sternly.

Even though he kept reacting in disgust, he did as I commanded. On the floor, he ate his vomit. He licked every drop of his saliva, vomit, and blood.

"Stand him," Father responded by saying.

Without blinking, I stabbed his chest repeatedly until he was no longer moving and swung him to the floor. I walked closer to my father, my gaze fixed on him like an obedient daughter. He stroked my hair and tapped my head.