* Please Read Book 1 before starting this one *
"Please tell me what should I do to have your trust back on me?"
She was begging him despite being so strong and bold.
His eyes shot an annoyed glance as he reacted, "Do yourself a favor and get out o...
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The scent of the blood is still fresh in the room, white marble floor is now painted red, smelling like metallic more stronger with each second, the cotton bundles are withered all over the bloody chair, the bandages are undone next to it as if noone didn't even bother to clean this mess up knowingly.
I glared at her with such unexisted hatred that had my heart covered with and I was unable to get rid of knowing I will remain uneasy until I get my Ruhi the justice she deserves - my eyes were as deserted as an endless ocean while my right hand was occupied in grinding a glass with an hammer repeatedly that soon it turned into a beautifully mini crystals which were shining brightly under the dim lights of the basement's ceiling.
"What are you doing?"
Jaeun asked uninterested while stuffing noddles into his mouth, he was sitting in the deepest corner on a couch as a set of Korean cuisine was decored on the coffee table.
"Preparing the meal," I answered, rolling my eyes at him.
He chuckled, "To me it seems like you are preparing some shit".
Ignoring him, I gently slipped those tiny crushed glass pieces into the porridge and pulled the stool in front of Avani who was still unresponsive since the pain of losing her a leg and a hand must be agonizing but not enough to take it as a proper punishment cause what she has done with my Ruhi has no way of redemption.
I really want to kill her but killing is easy, she doesn't deserve such easy escape.
This bitch has to live and has to suffer.
I harshly slapped her cheek, her eyes fluttered slightly, her hand hanged low as if she has no energy, my gloved hands hit her face again, her eyes finally opened a little and frightened when she sees me, she started shaking like a leaf as I thrust the spoon of porridge into her mouth, and watched her coughing blood, her eyes stained with tears as she struggled to breath while I just kept staring at her blankly.
In this moment, I felt nothing.
Neither her pain was amusing me nor her agony was exciting me but a part of me was seeking to burn her alive, another part of me was urging to keep her alive so she can receive what she did.
She cried agonizingly, her eyes bleed tears, lips were smeared with blood and I kept stuffing the food into her mouth, and didn't matter if she ate or not.
"Pl.. e..
... as...
... e, nn.. d.. on.. 't..."
She threw more blood while withering in pain and lazily meet my devoid eyes that were just staring at her with blankness as I thrust another spoon into her mouth.
"My Ruhi begged you too, didn't she?"
I knocked the bowl away and held her neck pretty tightly, blinded with rage and resentment cause the thought of being useless to the woman I love the most was terrifying me right now.
