Tales of Murder and Torture (Written by The Dark Child of Hans)

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Murder. You know in the common world, murder is frowned upon, but in Strudeltopia it's a different story.

My mother and my new father are always training us to be agile and without sympathy. My younger sister, Nixan, is only five but she is already a ruthless warrior. Now let me explain how ruthless she is. So Gather around you sons of bitches, it's story time.

The first mission Momma Hans let me bring Nixan to,

was to Blueberry Village, a small yet flamboyant Poptart town. It was Scarlet, Luci, Eli, Caleb, Nixan, and myself who embarked on this small quest. Mother put Scarlet and Luci as our leaders but man, can these bitches argue. Ever since Luci found Eli, life with these two has been a living hell. Let me get back to the mission. We all marched into the town, pillaging through homes and shops. We ended up burning the whole village down and taking 33 captives. Many tried to fight back, one woman tried to cut me with a shard of glass. Long story short, I snapped her neck and drained her blood for my strudel hound. I always look out for Alex's nutrition first. (If you didn't read before Alex is my strudel hound)

Anyway, we marched the captives back to our kingdom. I alerted Mom and told her we had new recruits. She chuckled and told me I knew what to do. Luci and Eli toke us to the torture chambers in Hell. After arriving, Scarlet opened the dungeon and torture cells. We walked all the prisoners into the dungeon and stood at the gate.

"So Nixan, who do you choose to torture first," Scarlet asked. My sister looked around spotting a Strawberry man. Oh boy, do we hold grudges against the Strawberry kind.

"You." Nixan shouted. "Get up and follow me. " Nixan and I marched down to the torture cell. We stepped in the room and I grabbed the Poptart man, threw him into a chair, and locked him down.

"He's all yours."Luci said while smirking evilly. She walked out and closed the prison cell behind her.

Nixan grabbed a poker and stuck it into the hot coals. "Well... what do we have here? A Strawberry Man, just like the one who killed my sister's father." She said while twiddling the poker in her hands.

"Please. We aren't all like that. You don't have to do this." The man begged. He know what was coming. He could see the evil glowing in my sister's eyes.

"Oh but hun, I have to. See you sneaky sons of bitches think you can get away with everything. So, man up and accept your fate." Nixan said while coming closer towards him.

"Let's just make a little brand here." She said while dragging the flaming poker against his chest. The man screamed in pain, his chest bubbling with burning hair and flesh

"Hmmmm. Maybe a brand here." Nixan said with a smirk. She then slice his cheek open. Pain spurting through his face.

I stood in the back in awe. This was my five year old sister, torturing like never before. She has quite the vocabulary too.

"Rose, hook him up the chains on the roof, upside down. I have plans for him. " Nixan said. I forgot to mention that my name is Rose but that's not important right now. Back to the torturing.

I grabbed the man and tied him upside down by his feet, from the ceiling. I then stepped back to let my sister finish.

"Hmmm. What do I like here." She said as her fingers rubbed across the torture weapons. She stopped at an electric drill.

"Oh. This will do just fine." Nixan said with an evil grin. "Now I'm going to tell you what I'm going to do. I am going to drill a series of holes into you and let you bleed out for a slow, agonizing death."

Dayummmmm was all I could think. Nixan is bad ass. Go little sister! Kill this son of a bitch.

Nixan started drilling holes into him. She didn't even flinch at the intense screaming. The blood slowly started to trickle out of the pastry man.

"I'll give you. Hm. Two hours but when your almost dead, I'll come back and let my strudel hounds eat you alive. Ciao!" Nixan said while wiping her hands and exiting the room.

Well yeah. That's my bad ass little sister. I love her and her crazy self. So yes. Our family is full of torture-filled, hating sons of bitches but that's what makes us the best.

Dark Child Out.

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