Twisted Revenge

Chapter 6: Final Round

Jennie lay on the ground, her body spent, but Rain gave her no time to rest. She hauled Jennie to her feet and dragged her to the center of the room, her grip ironclad and unyielding.

"The final round is simple," Rain said, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "All you have to do is answer one question. Answer correctly, and you go free. Answer incorrectly, and you die."

Jennie's heart raced as she looked into Rain's eyes. She could see the madness there, the unrelenting thirst for vengeance. "What's the question?" Jennie whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling with exhaustion and fear. Rain leaned in close, her lips brushing against Jennie's ear, her breath hot and menacing. 

"Why did you do it? Why did you make my life a living hell?"

Jennie trembled, tears streaming down her face, her mind racing back to the cruel pranks, the relentless bullying, and the laughter at Rain's expense. "I... I don't know. I thought it was fun. I didn't think it would hurt you this much."

Rain's expression hardened, her eyes narrowing into cold, unforgiving slits. "Wrong answer."

Before Jennie could react, Rain pulled out a small blade, its edge glinting ominously in the dim light. Jennie screamed, but Rain was relentless. With a swift, precise motion, she drove the blade into Jennie's side, twisting it with cruel precision. The initial shock was like a white-hot flash, paralyzing Jennie's mind with a pain so intense it seemed to sear her very soul.Jennie's screams filled the room, echoing off the walls, but Rain was unmoved. She methodically inflicted more wounds, each cut deeper and more excruciating than the last. Blood poured from Jennie's body, pooling on the floor in a dark, viscous puddle. Rain's face remained expressionless, her eyes cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the gruesome tableau unfolding before her. The blade slipped into Jennie's flesh with sickening ease, parting skin and muscle as if they were paper. Rain's hands were steady, each movement calculated for maximum agony. She sliced through tendons, severing the delicate connections that allowed Jennie to move, to fight back. Jennie's hands, once so active in causing pain, now twitched uselessly at her sides, her strength draining away with each passing second. Rain's voice was a soft, eerie murmur, a ghostly whisper that cut through Jennie's screams. "You laughed at my pain. You found joy in my suffering. Now, you will understand what true pain feels like."

Jennie's vision blurred, her world reduced to the intense agony radiating from every wound. Rain's methodical cruelty was a stark contrast to the chaotic torment Jennie had inflicted on her. Each slice of the blade was a meticulous act of retribution, a precise delivery of justice long overdue. As Jennie's life ebbed away, Rain took no pleasure in the act. Her face remained a mask of cold, detached resolve. This was not about enjoyment; it was about closure. It was about ensuring that Jennie felt every ounce of the pain she had so carelessly dispensed. Rain inflicted the final blow with unerring precision, plunging the blade into Jennie's chest, her hands steady and unrelenting. The tip of the knife pierced Jennie's heart, sending a final, devastating wave of pain through her body. Jennie's eyes widened in a final, silent scream, her mouth opening in a soundless cry for mercy that would never come. Jennie's body went limp, the last vestiges of life draining from her eyes. Rain stepped back, her hands slick with blood, her breathing steady. The room was silent now, save for the soft drip of blood pooling on the floor. Rain looked down at Jennie's lifeless form, her heart a cold, unfeeling stone within her chest.

Rain knelt beside Jennie's body, her voice a mere whisper. "You thought it was fun. But now, you see. Now, you know the true meaning of agony and it's your turn to scream."

She stood, leaving Jennie's broken, bloodied body behind her, the final act of vengeance complete. The room seemed to sigh in relief as she exited, the oppressive weight of long-held grudges lifting. Rain felt no joy, no satisfaction. Only a deep, abiding sense of finality. The past had been avenged, but at what cost? 

As she walked away, the silence of the room was absolute, a testament to the grim reality of vengeance fulfilled. There were no winners here, only the cold, harsh truth of retribution carried out to its bitter end.