*Mari's POV*
The drunk old man's ankles and wrists are wrapped in chains. His arms and legs are spread wide while he lays there on a wooden platform. My bloods boiling, I can't stand even looking at him. Knocking him out was such a pain, it was easier the other times. I look at the small table, what's on it is a gallery of knives. I then look back at the old man thinking about what I'm going to do to him. I noticed his eyes slowly opening and he tries to speak. "Where...where the hell am I?" His voice sounds dry and weak. He probably doesn't remember who I am, but I ask anyway "Do you know who I am?" He had a confused look on his face and I say to him "Come on~ I know somewhere in that brain of yours you remember".
I continue talking to him in a cold heartless manner. "What you did to my Kirami was despicable. Didn't your parents ever teach you to keep your hands to yourself" I laugh at how pathetic he looks, with his fearful eyes, his whimpers. "You're just the scum of the earth, and I need to get rid of people like you". I look into his eyes. He then screams, calls me names, and cries, but I won't let him go, I won't set him free.
I walk towards the table that had all of the knives that I'll use. Small ones, old ones, big ones, you name it. I carefully pick one while the old man cries out "Please! I'm sorry for whatever I did, just let me go. I have a wife!" I pick up a hand saw and I smile. "You should've thought about your wife before". I walk back to the old man with the hand saw and I start taunting and degrading him, saying "What are you crying for? Real men shut their mouths and take their punishments! Or are you a little girl?" I place the hand saw on his left wrist first as I watch him cry with fear. "This is just the beginning of your torment. Let's get rid of these filthy hands so they don't touch another woman again".
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His screams are music to my ears, his body is full of cuts, his blood is all over the dark floor. This is art, a masterpiece. But I don't want him to die just yet. I can hear his heart beating rapidly, it probably has a lot of blood pumped up inside. The old man coughs up blood, using his bit of strength to move his now bloody handless arms but he doesn't succeed. I would want to make love to him so his heart would be more juicy, but I'm too hungry. I get my sharp claws ready as I tell him what I tell all my victims:
"Don't bother with your last words, no one will remember you anyway. I want you out of my sight!"
I then rip out his heart and he stops moving. That's another man down. If I keep this up, if I keep protecting Kirami from the truth, she'll never know what I am and what I really want from her.
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Pink Crimson Wish - Book 1 (18+ only)
HorrorKirami was going to commit suicide in the beach near the old village where she used to live as a child. Her wife June passed away and she misses her dearly. She then meets a strange woman named Mari who saves her from drowning. Kirami learns that t...
