Journey Into The Unknown (Completed)

Betrayal And The Ends

This chapter contains torture, and every other thing violence entails.
So please, beware and read at your own risks.

"Who am I?" the psycho cackled, their eyes gleaming with madness.

"You should be asking yourself who you are to question me," they sneered, kneeling beside the chained table where the victim lay helplessly.

The victim's glare was fierce with hate, silently pleading for the strength to end the murderer's life.

"You are a murderer," the victim spat. "You killed our friends!"

"Friends?" the psycho scoffed. "They were merely prey. Nothing more, nothing less."

With a chilling smile, the psycho rose and traced a finger across the victim's face.

"You want to know why I haven't killed you yet?" they inquired, their voice dripping with malice.

The victim recoiled in disgust. "Go to hell! Just kill me already!" they growled, their voice laced with anger and frustration.

"Foolish, foolish you," the psycho cackled, relishing the victim's despair. "Do you realize how simple it was to lure you all here? I spent months preparing, and all it took was a few clever suggestions to your friend Jòse to get him to suggest this lake house as a stress-relieving escape. Poor Jòse, he had no idea that his innocent remark would be his undoing. And now he's gone, just like the rest of your friends."

"Why are you doing this? Do you not feel any compassion at all?"

The psycho clicked their tongue and walked towards the table, where their two companions stood waiting. They picked up a knife and tested its sharpness with a finger.

The companions chuckled maliciously as the victim trembled in fear while the psycho advanced slowly towards them.

"Compassion?" the psycho hissed, their face contorting with disgust. "Compassion is for the weak. The strong do as they please. And right now, I please to see you suffer."

Stalking towards the victim with a sadistic grin, the psycho tested the sharpness of the blade against a finger. Two sinister companions chuckled as the victim trembled in terror, the fear of imminent death seeping into their bones.

"Your blood will be sweet, perfect for my experiments," the psycho taunted. "I wonder how your flesh will taste, or perhaps I should just burn your body? Either way, the result will be quite satisfying."

Desperate to escape the impending horror, the victim writhed in vain, but there was no hope for salvation.

"Please, I beg you, don't do this," the victim pleaded, but the psycho's laughter drowned out their words.

"Just a little pain," one of the companions jeered, their voice dripping with malice. "Nothing to be afraid of." They turned their predatory gaze to Xavier, who was bound to the table.

Xavier's heart pounded wildly, his eyes stinging with tears as he desperately struggled against his restraints.

"You can take my life, but I won't succumb to fear," Xavier cried defiantly, his voice shaking but determined. "What truly terrifies me is your capacity for such unfathomable cruelty. You could even betray those you love. You are a monster!"

Enraged, the psycho lunged forward, driving the knife into Xavier's arm with a savage force that caused blood to spurt from the wound.

Xavier's screams reverberated through the room, the pain overwhelming him.

As their companions watched in fascination, the psycho twisted the knife slowly, dragging it down Xavier's arm with sadistic precision.

Xavier gasped for air, his left arm on fire with agony. His veins threatened to burst, spilling blood onto the table.