𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦
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❘ ❙ ❚ ❚ . .in which two people, who
are both one of a kind, use each
others' insanity to their advantage
or
kai and pearl's manipulati...
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❝ 𝐰𝐡𝐲'𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡? ❞
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𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕
❛ 'cause all of the small things that you do are what remind me why i fell for you ❜
𝑀𝑂𝑆𝑇 𝑃𝐸𝑂𝑃𝐿𝐸 𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑌'𝑅𝐸 angry either wallow in self pity, go silent, or throw something. Pearl likes to torture her father.
This was a lovely anniversary gift from Kai, one she appreciated greatly. Pearl could torture the man that tortured her. She had great plans for her father, one that would bring forth her ultimate revenge. She could get back at her father for what he made her watch all those years ago.
As Pearl walked into the master bedroom, she was met with the sweet smell of four rotting corpses and her father's guilt. Her father was tied to a chair in the corner of the room with duct tape over his mouth. She grabbed another, pulling the chair to sit directly in front of him with a fake smile on her face, "Hi, dad."
Pearl ripped the duct tape off his mouth, her father groaning in pain. He leaned forward as much he could a moment, but leaned back and stretched his mouth before he breathed out, "If you're here to kill me, just do it."
"That's for later." Peal reassured as she took a gun out of her holster and cocked it. She leaned her forearms on her elbows and let out a breath as she looked into her father's soulless eyes. "You know, when the world's worst criminals are on death row, they get the chance to say their final words. I'm giving you the chance to fess up. If you don't, you start losing fingers, got it?"
Her father nodded his head. "Why'd you do it?"
"What?"
"Why did you kill her?" There was only one woman Pearl's father had killed. Only one woman that angered him enough to drive him completely insane. Pearl's father never thought he would see his daughter again, never thought that she would be sitting in front of him. Pearl's father regretted that night his entire life, not because he wished his wife were alive, but that he hadn't made his daughter watch. That lesson he tried to teach her, the lesson of what radical feminists get when they go too far.
Pearl's father remembered that cold expression on his daughter's face as he ate the flesh off of his wife's limbs. She looked completely unbothered, numb. Nothing about a singular tear running down her face as there were red marks on her ankles and wrists from the ropes being tied far too tight to she and the chair. Pearl would replay that memory in her head involuntarily almost every day of her life, but seeing her father's face, seeing him in the flesh brought every possible feeling back and amplified it.
But her father was far more terrified to see the same numb look on his daughter's face.
"Why aren't you calling her 'mom?'" Her father changed the subject, averting his gaze to the floor. He couldn't look into her cold, dead eyes knowing he was what made her a monster.
"Mothers care about their children. She despised me because I was the product of her biggest regret. You. I do not have parents because parents do not tell their children that they're a mistake everyday, they do not tie their children to chairs as they murder each other. The best thing you could do is tell me why the fuck you killed her!" Pearl's voice had raised near the end, unable to maintain her composure when she so desperately needed answers.
"She was a blabbering feminist bitch! All she talked about was the death and disappearance of men! She stabbed me once, you know?! She hated me!" Her father defended herself, but Pearl easily found holes in his logic. "And you still had a kid with her?"
"I thought it would solve our relationship, but...she just...god, she got on my nerves. I hated her."
"Look, there are times that I want to rip Kai's heart out of his chest, but never would I make my child watch." Just hearing Pearl mention such a thing was enough to send her father into a downward spiral of tears. He looked down at the floor and to where his tears were falling, but his gaze quickly looked back up when Pearl put the gun under his chin and forced him to.
Pearl's father's heart broke like glass when he saw the tears forming in his daughter's eyes.
"Why'd you make me watch?" He said nothing. "Why, you asshole?!"
Pearl's voice was breaking, raspy, filled with despair. She needed to know what she had done to deserve those years of torture with that icing on the cake. Her father could not meet his demise until she had answers, but still, he took his vow of silence. Pearl smiled and laughed a little, looking back at Kai's decaying parents. Kai's father was an abusive drunk and his mother, a spineless coward. Pearl would have killed to have parents like that.
Compared to Pearl, Kai grew up in the heavens.
"So, do you approve?" Pearl looked back at her father, a tear falling from both of her eyes, both filled with decades of pain and misery.
"What?"
"Of Kai. Do you approve?" Pearl asked as she leaned her chin on her hand, her other hand holding her gun on her thigh. Her father sniffled before responding with, "He's psychotic."
"He's passionate. And he gave me the greatest gift I could ever receive." Pearl expressed as she got to her feet, kicking the chair behind her, it toppling over. Her father flinched as it crashed, her having pushed it quite harshly. Nervously, he asked, "What's that?"
"The opportunity to look my father in the eye as I shoot him in the neck." Pearl lifted her gun to his neck, pushing the barrel right against the skin. "Last chance. Why'd you make me watch?"
Her father said nothing. His last words were going to be 'what's that.'
"When you get to hell, tell mom I married a misogynist."
That loud bang rang through the room like an echo in a vast cave. Pearl's numb expression never changed, even after her father's blood was splattered all over her clothes and face. She stared at her father's limp body as she touched her face, the sweet feeling of blood on her fingertips bringing a smile to her face. Pearl had killed her Judas.
