His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

59 Are You Afraid?

A spatter of blood from the older Karr's chest splashed on Daley's white clothes. His face was blank, his eyes fixed on the scalpel. He was as serious as a doctor who was operating on a patient, and every cut he made made the older Karr wriggle his body.

'He must be in pain!'

I thought to myself.

Watching the older Karr's face grow pale and contorted, a sense of pleasure rose in my heart. He got what he deserved. As Daley moved, a strong smell of blood filled the warehouse.

The smell made my head spin and I looked at the older Karr's bloody chest. Daley put the scalpel aside on a silver plate. He didn't even need gloves to feel his wounds with his hands.

The older Karr's bulging eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. His head was shaking wildly, and his hands and feet were struggling to free themselves from the ropes. At that moment, he was like a catfish waiting to be killed on the chopping board in the desperately beating, tail slapping the chopping board in an attempt to escape.

Blood gushed out like a freshly opened dam. The smell of blood filled my nose and made it hard for me to breathe. When I opened my mouth, the smell came back into my mouth. I feel like I drank blood and my mouth is sticky.

The older Karr had fainted from the pain, and the blood continued to drip into the plastic bucket, ticking faster and faster. I saw that the water level had risen to a third, and every time the blood dripped down the barrel, it would cast a shadow.

I suddenly felt a churn in my stomach, and then my stomach began to ache violently, as if it had triggered the appendix nerve. Only I knew it wasn't a real stomachache, but a pseudo-stomachache caused by stress.

As Daley continued, he put a hand into the bloody hole. He's looking for something. I saw his mouth curling up, he accurately found what he wanted.

I can imagine the older Karr's heart beating right now. As long as Daley continues, he can take the whole heart out of the older Karr's body.

I was suffocating. I could see the tiny specks of dust turning pink in the light. Then my lower abdominal muscles jerked inward, sending a shock force up my abdomen and into my esophagus.

A wad of white vomit spurted out of my mouth and onto the floor. I didn't look at Daley but dashed towards the door. I pushed the door open and stumbled out of the warehouse. The smell of grass was carried into my nose by the wind. It's like water washing away the original smell of blood in my nose.

I sat slumped on the ground for a long time before I came to my senses. The warehouse is quiet with a light shadow cast on the dark ground. The smell of blood wafted slowly from the warehouse door like a ghost. It danced wildly in the night wind, as if announcing someone's death.

A chill swept over my body, and I shivered as I folded my arms around myself. I've never seen a man die like this before, and the thought of that bloody scene makes me sick to my stomach.

What kind of man is he?

I can't help thinking about the night I first met Daley. I remembered how he used to play the violin alone in the garden. But tonight he terrifies me, and now I see him as a bloody figure.

When I heard the faint sound of footsteps behind me, I suddenly looked up and saw a long, slender shadow behind me. I gasped and didn't dare to look back. His dark shadow engulfed me, and I saw his shadow behind me like a mountain.

"The younger Karr says he has a confession to make. Don't you want to go in and hear it?" Every word he said was crystal clear. His voice was unwavering and calm.

"Are you afraid?" He went on asking after he had no answer from me.

I was wondering if I should say something to him, but I didn't want to face him. I don't want to see his bloody hands. I'll be sick.

"Do you think this will really calm my mind?" I said to his shadow in the dark. "I'm not sure."

"At least, you have to try," he persuaded me. "You need to hear the sound of confession."

"Come on, follow me in!" He said.

I remained motionless because I wasn't sure if he was trying to help me or just getting me involved in his bloody game. Is he a religious fanatic or a bloodthirsty ripper?

"Maybe you should have some of this." He reached over my shoulder and I saw a cigarette and a lighter in his hand.

"I think you need something to calm you down," he said in a soothing tone. "Have a cigarette before you decide. I'll wait for you."

I took the cigarette and lighter from his hand, and as my hand touched his fingertips, I felt a rush of heat from my fingers to my body. I was surprised.

I thought his body was as cold as his heart.

The shadow behind him was slowly receding and disappearing. I heard a low sound of the door being pulled, and I guessed that he had merely covered it. Is he expecting me to come back and be with him?

I lit the cigarette with my lighter and took a deep breath. Maybe it was because I hadn't smoked for so long that I almost choked and coughed. The first taste of this kind of smoke is very strong. After two puffs, I got used to it.

He's right. Smoking calms me down for a while. The smoke lingered in front of my eyes, and the fear that had plagued me slowly faded away. My heart began to calm down. I even felt happy after smoking the whole cigarette.

I stood up and walked back. This time I was not afraid. The white light from the half-hidden door seemed to turn into an elf, and it smiled and waved to me.

'Come on, join me.'

I pushed open the door of the warehouse and walked in. The instant I went from darkness to light made me blink. After adjusting my eyes to the light, I saw the older Karr's body lying on the hospital bed. There were still traces of blood on the gallows.

Blood blooms from Daley's white clothes. I stared at his clothes for a long time. The little dried blood was like flaming poppies, and they were so beautiful with the white roses.

It's a twisted beauty!

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes." I smiled at him.