𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

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𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 – 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕪
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE | VIRGIN
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

In the span of six days, Sophia had tortured and murdered all fifty-six of them, allowing Storm to join in on the fun occasionally to teach her how to gouge someone's eyes out as they gouged out all her bullies' eyes. He'd taught her how to flay people as they ripped the skin off former teachers before moving on to chopping them apart and pulling their meat off their bones. She was a bit disturbed when she stared at the chair where a person sat before them to the three piles of bones, meat and skin.

Sophia asked him what he did to the three piles after they had taken apart most of them. Storm told her the various things he did and Sophia quickly realised he was an absolute menace for it. It wasn't long after that Sophia realised they were standing in a huge custom-made meat fridge.

He'd helped her kill them all—them and their families—leaving no one in the wide world who knew of her name anymore. They'd killed them all. The only ones who knew of Sophia Kuznetsov's existence were Storm and her grandmother Olga.

At some part during the torture of the man who'd given her the small scar on her left knee—namely, her former foster brother Lucas Martinez—Sophia genuinely started feeling bad as she watched Storm pick the boy apart as he cried. He'd injected something into the boy, something that made sleep impossible for him. By the fourth day, he wasn't even himself anymore. She couldn't even recognise her former foster brother anymore from how feral he was acting, foam gathering at the corners of his lips, his eyes dull and hollow.

Lucas was the only person whom Sophia felt like she hadn't killed but Storm had despite being the one who pushed the dagger so far up her former foster brother's stomach that he started gushing blood out of his stomach.

She had nightmares about how Storm tortured him.

"Sophia!"

Sophia snapped out of her daze. "Huh?"

"I'm speaking to you, malyshka."

"I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"I asked what you wanted for breakfast."

So tame. She didn't like it. It wasn't like him. "Your waffles with strawberries. And don't do that." Sophia frowned.

"Do what?"

"Act like you care about me."

Storm tilted his head. "I care about you."

He didn't. She could see it by his empty stare and how his nose twitched. Sure, some sick part of him felt obligated to care for her, and some sicker part of him enjoyed it and liked her company. But he didn't care about her. He cared about what she could give him. "Stop lying. I don't like it."

"I asked you what you wanted to have for breakfast, not that I was in love with you."

Sophia flushed. He was gaslighting her, making her feel like she was crazy when she wasn't. She knew him better than he knew himself.

"Stop glaring at me."

Sophia didn't listen.

"If you wanna keep your eyes, I recommend you listen, da?" Yes?

"If you wanna keep your eyes, I recommend you look away!"

Storm grabbed the knife tightly in his hand. "You wanna talk back now, da?" Yes?

Sophia glared at him. "Da," she mocked. "Not like you can do anything about it. I'm more useful to you alive than dead." Yes.

Swiftly, Storm stood behind her, snatching her throat in his grip, forcing her blue eyes to lock with his. "Wanna repeat that?" Storm pressed the sharp edge of the knife against her delicate throat, his lips a wisp away from hers.