the silence of despair. ONE PIECE

14. heavy is the blood on your hands

"god loves you but not enough to saves you"

Dazai blinked a few times as she looked down at her bleeding hands and then at the lifeless body at her feet, grasping what was going on.

'Clap Clap'

"What you can accomplish at such a young age is simply amazing. Look how you killed this child mercilessly, Dazai," says a mi-long black-haired guy, his pale face glimmering in the moonlight that shines through the curtains and contributes to the misery of this place.

His purple-reddish eyes shine down, and a wide grin spreads across his face at the empty gaze of his prized possession ahead of him.

The man crouches down in front of the little girl and cups her cheeks with both of his gloved hands, whispering, "How does feel their ability in your blood, my beloved Dazai?"

"Good," Dazai mumbles, her gaze buried on the corpse of the child she murdered.

"Did your friend love his meal?" He beams with a twisted smile and lovingly strokes the small red-eye girl's cheeks.

"It's not my friend," she mumbles, turning back to face her bloodied hands as a trembling breath escapes her mouth. "Did I have to kill him? His friends will certainly look for him and miss him. I could have killed someone else instead of t-"

'Slap'

Dazai's little body collapsed to the ground as the hands previously gripping her cheeks gave her a violent slap.

Cooly the man glares down at her body and states, "Are you doubting my motives, my Dazai?"

Then, with a twisted smile, he crouches again toward her, grabs a fistful of her short dark hair, and drags her face closer to his own, allowing his next words to pierce her eyes.

"You're mine, Dazai. I brought you, saved you, and gave you what every child wishes for, and this is how you reward me? By being a disrespectful bitch," his gloved palm squeezed her cheeks hard enough to turn crimson. "What you're doing is for your own sake. You need to do this because it is what monsters do. Now, behave a little good dog only do what I command if you don't want to end up in the red box again-".

"No! I will be good, I promise!" Dazai shouts, panic gripping her heart at the thoughts of this box.

He smiles at her frightened look and pats her head as if she was his obedient dog.

"Now, let's continue; the day is still long, my dear," he whispers, caressing her face with his knuckles.

"Let the next one in!"

At his command, the massive dark metal doors open up. A girl with purple hair was dragged inside the room by her hair by a pair of guards.

"Please! Let me go! Please!! MOM! DAD! PLEASE!"

The young girl thrashes around, clawing like a wild animal, her nails digging into the guard's palms as he tugs her hair.

Dazai's expression is lifeless as she stares at the screaming little girl.

'Show no emotion,' she reminds herself. 'Monsters are empty. I need to be empty so the agony does not consume me. Finish this quickly, and he won't be furious. Finish swiftly, and I can rejoin Chuuya for a brief moment'

"She's seven years old. Her blood type is O. She developed her ability when she was five years old. Her ability is called 'Vivere senza', which is a form of healing. Not as good as the Akiko Yasano one. But I'm confident that it will enjoy it," states the purple-reddish-eyed man, glancing at Dazai's lifeless stare.