The sunlight that seeped through the drawn curtains cast a warm, golden glow over the room, bathing it in an aura of false serenity. Ryuen Kakeru, his back turned towards the light, stood motionless at the foot of the bed. His hands were clasped tightly behind his back, his knuckles white with tension. He took a deep breath, steadying himself for what he was about to do.
Slowly, deliberately, he raised his right hand, his long, slender fingers curled into a fist. His left hand remained at his side, ready to spring into action if needed. He looked down at the lilac-haired cripple who lay on the bed before him, her delicate features twisted in a mixture of pain and terror. Her eyes, a startling shade of violet, locked onto his, pleading for mercy.
But Ryuen knew there could be no mercy.
Not today.
Not ever.
He took another step forward, closing the distance between them. The air in the room seemed to crackle with tension as his fingers curled tighter around his fist. Without another word, he swung his arm forward, driving his clenched fist into Arisu's fragile face. There was a sickening crunch as bone and cartilage gave way under the force of the impact. Blood, hot and sticky, spurted from her nose and mouth, coating his knuckles.
Arisu screamed, a high-pitched, agonized wail that seemed to pierce the very fabric of the room. Her body jerked convulsively beneath the sheets, but Ryuen showed no mercy. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and pressed it down hard against her face, muffling her cries. She struggled feebly, her limbs flailing uselessly as he held her down with all his strength.
With his free hand, he reached into a pocket of his jacket and withdrew a long, sharp knife. The blade gleamed in the golden light, reflecting the horror of the act he was about to commit. He positioned himself over Arisu's chest, her heart beating frantically beneath his hand. He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. Then, with a swift, powerful motion, he plunged the knife deep into her chest.
Arisu let out a gurgling scream as the cold steel pierced her flesh. Blood gushed from the wound, soaking through her nightgown and staining the sheets beneath her. Her hands clawed uselessly at the bedding, trying to escape the pain. Ryuen held the knife steady, twisting it slowly as he thrust it in and out of her body. He wanted her to suffer, to feel every inch of the blade as it tore through her fragile flesh.
He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You think I'll ever forgive you?" he hissed. "You think I'll ever forget what you've done?"
With a savage twist of his wrist, he wrenched the knife free from her chest. Arisu's body arched convulsively, a gurgling cry tearing from her lips. Blood sprayed across the room, splattering the walls and ceiling in grotesque patterns. Ryuen let the knife fall to the floor with a metallic clatter. His hands moved swiftly, searching for another weapon. He found a heavy lamp on the nightstand, its cord coiled neatly beside it.
With a vicious grin, he raised it high above his head.
He swung the lamp with all his might, the base connecting with Arisu's skull with a sickening crunch. Her body jerked again, but this time, it was no longer a sign of life.
"Oh, that felt good," Ryuen muttered as he surveyed his handiwork with a satisfied smile.
The room was a bloody mess. The bed sheets were stained crimson, and the pillows soaked through with blood and mucus. Arisu's body lay still on the bed, her once delicate features obscured by the gore that coated them. Her limbs were twisted awkwardly, as if she were trying to escape the gruesome fate that had befallen her.
"Guess I should leave now."
Ryuen muttered to himself, his voice distant and cold as he turned away from the grisly scene before him. The air in the room felt heavy with death and despair, but he paid it no heed. His steps were steady and confident as he made his way towards the door.
But before he left, Ryuen paused for a moment, glancing back one last time at Arisu's lifeless form on the bed.
"Heh... not so smug now, are you?"
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Classroom of the Elite: The Idea Dumps
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