Eloping Our Chances [BL][COMPLETED]

18 ; spitting rage

WARNING: the chapter contains explicit content that may trigger the minds of the readers. I advised for you to take precautions.

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C E V O R – X A V E R I O

I am alive but I'm not living. Paano ba ang mabuhay? How does it feel to live your life? How can we feel the taste of living? Is it by means of happiness?

When pain was unbearable, I would ask myself those questions.

Gusto kong maging manhid na manhid, but this is only a façade. Somehow, I would take a deep breath and imagine a life out of pain, making me to at least enjoy a little moment of me being a carefree human in my dreams.

I am trying my best. I am trying to reach for that unreachable freedom but not for me, for Cymon.

"The ecstasy of your pain is so pure, Mr. Cabrera." I said as I draw the blooded knife on the person's skin.

"AHHHHHHH!"

I chose not to linger on those times, seeing the blood stains on him, it made my insides crave for more shriek, that shriek of pain and suffering.

"The pain... Can you feel it? Masakit ba? Hm?" I stabbed his left thigh as he weeps in the chair begging for forgiveness.

Now, now, this man is stupid. Wala pa nga akong ginagawa para kumanta siya and here he is, spitting all his idiotic deeds. I smiled sadistically.

"W-wala akong alam! W-wala! Ano bang impormasyon ang kailangan n-niyo? Yung ginahasa k-ko? Hindi ako nag-iisa dun! May p-pera ako! Marami akong pera, parang a-awa niyo na, pakawalan niyo lang ako at ibibigay ko ang lahat ng g-gusto niyo!"

Ito ang nagbabalik sa akin sa tunay na mundo. Ang hiyaw at iyak ng mga tao na nagkasala sa akin. I'm no God, but I can take away lives. Indeed I am Satan's best friend; I can take anyone to him anytime.

I want the people who had wronged me to see hell bago sila lumayas sa mundong ito. They had wronged me after all and this phoenix doesn't spite fire for nothing.

"Maawa ka! Parang awa mo na! May pamilya a-ako, may anak ako! May pamilya ako!"

I retracted the knife designed for torture, painfully slow as I let the blade glide in his flesh. Pinakita ko sa pagmumukha niya ang kutsilyong nababalot ng sariling dugo then coyly give him a smirk and gesture him to shut up.

Inilipit ko sa bibig niya ang kutsilyo, "Shhh. Quite or else you will feel the pain. Close your eyes and took a deep breath; it will help ease the physical pain."

Instead of following what I said, he cried more begging for a chance to live. I don't like that. This bigot sabotages my plans, why should mercy be implemented?

"Now, tell me, Mr. Cabrera. What have you done?" I let the blade relinquish in the warmth of his neck and face.

This serves as a warning to all the people under my power! This sets the line between the might I posses.

Seeing the closed to naked person covered in blood, sweats, and tears, I can only smile at my artwork. This is torture; I being psycho would mean the whole Montero and their puppet's head rolling under my feet.

"The plan was so simple. Alam mo yun. Ang gagawin mo lang ay huwag nang bigyan ng pagkakataon ang mga Otero ng isang kontrata. Pero ang tigas ng ulo mo!"

"Wala akong alam sa mga sinasabi mo! Hindi kita kilala! Pakawalan mo ako dito! Marami akong kakilala! Ipapakulong kitang hayop ka!"

I am totally happy as this man throws his useless crap at me. Ganito ba ang taong hinahayaang mabuhay sa mundo?