the reality of brutality TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION Amon x akira

blood bath

Obviously I had common sense and instantly knew it was a horrible idea to consent to his offer. Who knew what abuse could entail? I was desperate though and that clouded my judgment. I hadn't eaten in a while and the shock of everything that had transpired begged me to find comfort. It was cold lying here and mosquitoes and other insects had begun biting and crawling on me, I was too shocked to even react with disgust.

"Yes, I do," I found myself answering.

"I have a place you can stay," he offered.

"I don't have anything to repay you," I said. He nodded.

"That's okay, consider this an act of a good samaritan." He helped me up and guided me to a car he owned, he said his house was not far from here. When we got there it turned out his 'house' was actually just a place in an apartment. He inserted the key into the slot and turned it, clicking it open. He stepped aside for me to enter first. The apartment was dingy looking with newspapers strewn across the floor. He offered me dinner and we ate in silence, I was too preoccupied with eating to bother trying to initiate a conversation. The bed he offered was actually just a couch. He then provided me with blankets and left me to sleep.

It made me skin crawl that I knew nothing about him and had sunken to such a low as to accept this offer. My ego was devastated, but what can you do? To my surprise I actually slept pretty well, the first time I had enjoyed sleeping in a while. I woke up late, perhaps in early afternoon. I felt somewhat rejuvenated. I got up and the thought of raiding his house crossed my mind. Surely he had money or something valuable I could steal, but wouldn't that be such a low move? Had I really descended so far that I was willing to steal from someone that had offered me altruism? Perhaps it was best to just leave before I gave into the vice. I turned to leave when he actually appeared in front of me, it startled me.

"Where are you going?" he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"I was just leaving, sir," I responded. "Thank you so much for your kindness." He continued standing in the doorway.

"Surely you would appreciate some breakfast?" Okay, yeah, to be honest I would, but I was beginning to get creeped out and sensed bad vibes from him.

"No, it's okay," I insisted and tried to move around him again. He refused to move.

"How about a shower?" Oh god. My blood ran cold and terror began to coil itself in my stomach.

"No, really," I said, beginning to panic. "I need to leave now."

"I insist." Suddenly he subtly made a knife he had in his belt conspicuous. Oh god, oh god. Would he leave me alone if I obliged? I decided I could use one anyways.

He led me to his bathroom and showed me the mechanics of his shower, then turned to leave to give my privacy. I shut the door and realized there was no lock. Reluctantly I undressed and adjusted the water temperature to my preference. 10 minutes in the door opened.

"Don't mind me," he said. "Just going to the bathroom." He began to piss in the toilet, staring at me intensely. Oh god. I turned away to ignore his stare. Suddenly to my disbelief he yanked the shower curtain open. Completely startled to backed against the wall and covered myself with a shampoo bottle to my left. "Do you need any help?"

"Please leave," I said weakly. Oh god, this couldn't be happening. He eyed the bottle.

"Can I look...?" he said and began to reach for it. Instantly as he bent forward I nailed him in the back of the head with my elbow, causing him to fall forward into the bathtub. I stepped around him and began bashing the back of his head with the bottle as viciously as could. I continued smashing his skull for another 15 minutes, I hoped I broke his neck. Quickly I left the room and returned with a knife from the kitchen. I turned his unconscious body over and began stabbing his throat with fury. I was overcome with bloodlust and hatred, how many other girls had he molested with his ploy? How many lives had he ruined? He was perverted, subhuman scum, he deserved the most brutal death possible. Blood spilled from the gash in his throat and turned the water a dark red. I dressed quickly, dropped the knife into the bathtub then seized his keys. As fast as I could I rummaged through his house and stole all the money I could find, taking his wallet with satisfaction. I left the apartment and locked it behind me then threw the keys down the nearest sewer grate I could find. I had money now, but how was I going to leave?