Chapter IV

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Mari continued her way to the torture room, she took the ropes tied herself up, at this instant the master entered with all sense of pride, the whip in his hand he began lashing with an immense speed. Mari sensed time getting slower, she felt every strike for a long time, as time passed pain increased. Half an hour passed, nonetheless Carlos never stopped beating Mari, she was expressionless and only shouting in pain, and you couldn't describe her troubled feelings in mere words, one feeling overruled her heart, it was hatred. Carlos, on his end he was very happy, and let out lunatic sadistic laughter, he enjoyed it, he loved it, he could die only for this moment. "I see... I see... I finally know now... I was born for this moment... Come on scream... Scream I want to hear you scream more... Scream you scum until your very soul is tainted in despair" Carlos said with lust, but someone else was on their knees, hearing those screams, it was Tilda, tears gushed out of her eyes, her hand on her mouth so she wouldn't let a sound leak and get caught.

Mari kept shouting until she lost all sense of her body, and said with a cold voice: "You're weak" and a smirk broke on her face. Carlos hearing that only increased his pace; he wore a worried expression on his face, though Mari stared right at him with dark empty eyes, till he slapped her with the whip. "You're dead" said Mari calmly. "What?! It can't be... You are challenging your master... Splate bring my sword... I shall bury your fearless smile in hell..." Carlos said angrily. "Hai, Sir" said the butler and grabbed the sword hanged one the wall. Instantly Carlos took the sword and slashed Mari with all his might. Blood gushed out and covered the whole place, everyone in the room was speechless, it wasn't Mari's blood but Tilda's who protected Mari with her body. Time for her never seemed slower as Tilda's body was falling on the ground. "You have to survive... *cough* This life of mine is worthless anyway *cough* But sacrificingit for your sake gives it some value... Thank you for this chance *cough* Thislife has forever and always belonged to you my dear... *cough* So live to thefullest ...*cough* Don't lay it to waste... " She said hardly as she coughed blood,then suddenly stopped breathing. 

"Mama... Mama... NOOOOOOO MAMA, don't leave me alone, I'm sorry... MAMAAAAAAAAAA" Crying in despair she shouted with her soul painted in despondency, utterly disheartened.

Carlos replied "Here I go wasting another toy, Splate go bring me another one right now." Splate leaned forward and then went running to the door; Mari heard all of it, her eyes darkened, she was psychologically shattered, all of a sudden, an immense magical power was released from Mari that dissolved the ropes holding her arms, as she fell into the depth of depravity; everything froze instantly in place; Carlos with the sword in his hand trying to kill Mari, her mother's corpse motionless stopped bleeding from the wound, Splate closing the door; time literally stopped. Mari didn't notice she was only staring at her mother's corpse.

Time frozen and Mari only grasped the situation when she came to her senses after three days; she stayed shocked staring at her mother. It was trauma, recalling her time with her mother, before and after enslaving them, she wished to kill herself and thought to herself why is this world unfair, why does it have to be her in that situation. She regretted each moment she ignored her mother, but what generated her utter despair was when she stopped talking to her mother.

"The reason of our despair is him..." and leaned her face towards him, then she heard something whispering to her: "Yes, kill him... He's at fault... Kill him..."

"How?" she asked. "Can't you see? Time is frozen... You rule this world now..." "Yes I rule this world now" then she stood, took the sword from Carlos's hand and thrust him with it thirty times, expressionless, she went killed the butler at the door, then went upstairs and beheaded the master's daughters, and returned to the basement laying besides her mother's corpse and fell unconscious, whilst time smoothly returned to its former state, in this instant blood gushed from Carlos's wounds and died, you could also hear Splate groaning in sorrow till he died of blood loss after a while.


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