Taste of Sanity (Seven Deadly Sinners #4)

Chapter 1

EVION

"YES, EXACTLY like that." I heaved a sigh and gently bit my index finger while intently watching such an amusing play of my own. "I mean, no. Let her arm bleed more."

Umayos ako ng pagkakaupo at prenteng sumandal sa kinauupuan ko. I hastily crossed my legs and rested my arms on the armrest of the chair. I am currently inside the theatre room of my house since I cannot sleep. I decided to catch some rats for this kind of play.

"Can you stab that girl's hand? 'Yung nasa kaliwa." Utos ko pa at pinagkatitigan nang maigi kung paano nila mabilis na sinunod ang utos ko.

Wow. Napangiti ako nang marinig ang malakas na sigaw niya at mabilis na nagdugo ang kamay nang walang awa siyang saksakin sa kamay. There's an agony painted on her face and I must say, this is so fun.

"How about you cut off that girl's hand? On the right." Utos ko pa sa tauhan ko at tinuro 'yung katabing babae.

They're on up the stage while performing the play that I wanted to watch. I've caught these girls listed on my notebook, so, why not spice it up by torture? Tsk, tsk.

Not actually a torture. This is a beautiful art, I must say.

Only a few knows about this dreadful hobby of mine. Since the vicious demons inside my head doesn't want to stop mercilessly torturing my mind, I just have to do the same to relieve the feeling of insanity.

One of my Sinners obliged and swiftly cut off that girl's hand. I chuckled when she cried, looking scared and helpless. They look like pests that destroys people's lives, that will later fall into the world of aesthetic beauty.

Dalawa silang babae na nakaluhod habang may lamesa sa harapan nila at doon nakalagay ang mga kamay nilang may kadena. Meron din sa leeg at sa mga paa para hindi sila makatakas. Kanina pa sila nandito at sigurado akong punit-punit na ang likod nila dahil sa kanila pa pag-latigo sa kanila.

"Paki-ayos." I gestured my hand to ask them to do what I wanted.

I softly closed my eyes for a moment and finally reminisce the feeling of what the people wanted to achieve--- happiness. But, I couldn't find one in my memories. Have I ever been happy? Maybe. Maybe no. I... I'm not so certain about it, and that's utterly frustrating.

This is so sick.

Inayos nila 'yung dalawang babae na hindi makagalaw dahil sa mga kadena na nakapulupot sa kanila. They arranged them in a manner that will depict an enormous sorrow, and an excruciating grief, yet there's a joyful contentment that they're finally dying.

"What a great mise en scène." I whispered, feeling amazed. Bahagyang nanlaki ang mga mata ko habang tinititigan iyon.

"Hey." Turo ko sa isa ko pang tauhan na nakabantay lang sa gilid at tinuro ang play na nagaganap. "Take a very good picture. I'd like to have a copy and put it on the album."

"Yes, M'lady."

I smirked mischievously and stared at him. "Very good."

Nangalumbaba ako habang pinapanood ang nangyayari, pero habang tumatagal ay ramdam ko ang paglalim ng hininga ko. I slowly tapped my fingers on my lap as once again, I felt unsatisfied. Empty. Discontented. The vexations of this f*cking life continuously repeated in my head like the play I've been doing. It felt like I'm the one being brutally tortured.