POV (Point of View)

Chapter 111: Selena Schreiber

111 is an angel number which means "Trust your intuition and listen to you heart."

But in this chapter, she will be the farthest from an angel. 

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains explicit languages, acts of violence, torture, mentions about women abuse, gang bang, rape, and extreme gore. A viewer discretion is advised.

A huge circle made up of the members of Bonten, Purgatorio, and Nasser Suheil are surrounding the three leaders of the fourth and last Zodiac quadrant. Their soldiers? Left in their base to die or await their deaths. Like the same fate that the first to third quadrant members suffered, they were also discarded by the alliance and killed for being worthless. After all, the purpose of the brain of the union was the capture of the leaders. And that includes...torture.

Tohoku region is one of the coldest areas in all of Japan. When in this arctic, it is imperative for locals and tourists to wear what's suitable to the weather. Thus, it is a wonder why the three captives...are in their birthday suit in the middle of the forest with thick pile of snow—shivering, pale, cuffed, and with their remaining minutes counted.

"I've always dreamed to see you three suffer. I can't believe I am seeing it with my naked eyes." Her voice echoed in the cold, dark forest. Maybe not as similar as the forest that enclosed the Nonumyogi Falls, the very place that she sprinted bare footed and ran to live. And the same place where her friends died.

"As naked as you three." With what she added, giggles coming from various men resonated, amused by her joke. "How does it feel?"

"F-Fuck y-you, S-Sarina Samidori!" Cussed Libra whose eyelash extensions are not only held together by her eyelash glue, but by the snow as well. Sarina giggled before walking closer to her. Given that she is on her boots and the other was on her knees, she towered over her before... "Ugh!" ...landing a strong kick on the face. It was strong enough to outbalance the hostage and for her vibrant magenta lipstick to kiss the white snow.

"I waited so long to do that." The black-haired female chuckles before kicking the woman again in the stomach that made her grunt in pain while hugging the cold mattress. She started puking blood before chuckling back.

"You think this makes you tough, bitch? Think again." What the moss-haired woman said awakened a certain feeling within Sarina who didn't hesitate to grab Libra's hair by force.

"I love your hair. Mind if I test its durability?" Without waiting for a reply, much less a complaint, the black-haired pulled her hair and dragged her towards a nearby huge rock, creating a trail behind her. All everybody could do is watch in anticipation.

"Hold her in place." She ordered nearby Purgatorio guards who didn't hesitate to hold onto the arms of the female hostage as she wanted. "Bring me a hammer." 

Libra's nerves start to turn even colder upon seeing another guard of Purgatorio get what she asked. "You bitch! What the fuck are you going to do?!" She asks, even with an idea. Her tormentor just glanced at her before accepting what she asked for, but it was a sledgehammer. Not what she had in mind but it isn't bad either. Then, she looked at the two guys holding Libra in place.

"Returning the favor."

"No! Sto—AGHHH! FUUUCKKK! AUGH! OWW! THAT HURTS! DAMN IT!" With every scream let out by Libra was Sarina's pound on her left and right hand in alternating manner. She hit and hit on the poor woman's hands like a player of High Striker, an attraction often used during funfairs. This is used to test a player's strength at which when the bell at the top rings, that means the player is a qualifier to win. Hearing Libra scream repeatedly, it was like the sound of victory for the cruel Sari--Selena Schreiber.