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"Maka Hana... did you really think Hell would let you return to life just like that? You're a force to be reckoned with, it is only reasonable to make it harder for you to leave"
Where have they gone? Humanity? Kindness? Empathy? All of those things separating us from predators and monsters?
It is true what I heard about justice being blind. The blindfold embossed by a human hand... I've been yearning to break it for years.
An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind, they said. Unless I pick someone's eye out, why should the same happen to me? Unless I've caused someone pain, I will walk freely. Unless I'm spitting out hate, I won't stay silent.
Until justice is brought, I'll fight for it myself.
The waitress brought him a bottle of beer as he ordered and placed the bill aside before turning around and proceeding with work. His eyes are glued to the waitress' back and thighs as he brought the bottle near his mouth, imagining what he would do to her from behind.
The smoke from cigarettes filled the air, everything was blurry and all he can hear are his neighbours shouting at the TV and slamming their fists on the table as their team's losing the match. He even cursed himself under his breath and shook his head in disapproval. What about the money he placed on them?
"The fuck do you know about football?!", they yelled at the coach appearing briefly on the screen.
Bottles kept coming to his table, the waitress had no other choice but to swallow down her pride as the man so obviously and shamelessly eyed her, smacked her butt playfully while asking for another beer and everyone laughed. His pocket couldn't take it anymore so he decided to leave after wasting the entire evening on nothing but it is what he seemed ideal.
As he walked down the dark street, dogs barked and howled. He'd shout at them to zip it, spit along the sidewalk and ignored the moon watching him menacingly. Grey clouds gathered in the sky to whisper with the wind about the ongoing atrocities and the man's fate. The trees shivered in fear due to the well-known shadow entering their city once again. Every single night, blood is spilt. The moon observes closely but does nothing to stop it, well, is there anyone who can stop it?
Her being is more natural than the sunrise, as elegant as the cat jumping on the rooftops, and as lethal as a cobra.
Death is her friend, and night is her brother.
Black heels clinked on the concrete, thin pale legs revealed as a tight black dress shyly hugged her thighs. Her light hair is tied into a ponytail to reveal the gentle lines of her pale face with rosy cheeks. Eyes darker than the night stared at the man with determination and focus as if she was aiming at him through a gun. She hugged her shoulders as if she was cold, her eyes suddenly glistened and radiated weakness before jumping in front of the man
"Sir, could you please give me a hand? My car broke down", she begged and held onto his arm. His gaze averted to her breasts squeezed together, he could swear he even caught a glimpse of black lace
"Lead the way", the man answered without giving it a second thought and followed the girl. His mind was so into her hips swaying, fine lips with red lipstick he didn't care what she was talking about or where she was leading him. Pretty far where no one can hear them
"Here, it just stopped working and I have no idea how cars work"
Of course, you don't, he murmured and proceeded to open the hood.
The girl waited patiently and sent him a few shy smiles, it stirred up something inside of him he couldn't explain but he knew he had to finish this as soon as possible
"Try starting it now", the lights turned on and the girl clapped in euphoria. She left the car and stood in front of him to thank the man properly for helping her out
"Thank you so much, I was so scared of being stuck in here for the rest of the night. Is there any way I can repay you?", this. This is what he was waiting for. He does deserve a prize, right? The gap between them closed as he took a step forward. His fingers caressed the girl's burning cheek, he felt like he was drowning in her dark eyes air left his lungs. She's cornered now with the car behind her, he can overpower her and even catch her if she tries to run. Although, it seems like she already gave in. Everything about her is so inviting and tempting, like a desert in a fancy restaurant, he wants to devour her right now.
Blood boiled inside of him, he couldn't take it anymore. All he knows is that he needs to see the rest. Without hesitation or words exchanged, he grabbed the straps of the dress and dragged them down. The girl gasped and tried to cover her breasts but his hands were faster and he was already groping them and placing kisses. Her moans were enchanting, waking the hunger inside of him. He needs to do something, everything else will feel like a waste of time when her pretty lips aren't doing the work. That's when he decided to grab her by the hair and bring her down to her knees as his pants hit the floor
"Suck it, whore", he growled and forced his cock in the girl's mouth which was followed by a gag that turned him on even more. Although it didn't feel forced after some time, he could feel her tongue doing wonders and her mouth hollowing around him. He's never felt something so good in his life, he wished his wife and daughter were like this
"Don't forget the balls"
"Hm?"
"I said, lick my balls", the girls obeyed and he let out a loud moan at the sensation of her soft, oddly cold tongue sending tingles of satisfaction throughout his entire body.
It was then that everything fell silent and the moon hid behind clouds, even the wind stood still.
His pleasure soon turned into torture and incredible pain as the girl dug her teeth into his flesh and bit off a chunk in a blink of an eye. Before he could grab the spot to stop the bleeding, he already received a punch in the wound which made him shout in pain and eyes water. The man fell on his knees in agony, he couldn't breathe properly or see clearly yet looked up to see the girl with a few drops of blood on her chin staring at him proudly. Fear intertwined with shame made him shiver and avoid eye contact, but she wouldn't let him go that easily. She did the same as him and grabbed his face to make him look at her
"Was I too harsh?"
"You-you bitch...", he managed to growl as foam gathered in his mouth and he puked all over himself
"If you're so into licking balls... why don't you try it yourself?", she picked up the piece of him from the ground, his eyes staring at it in disbelief. Tears streamed down his cheeks, muffled unrecognizable noises left his mouth but no one could hear him. No one could save him.
The girl kneeled in front of him with his man parts in her bloody hand
"Suck it, pig"
Another mark appeared on yet another tree in the Wood. It's the same mark they found on the victim's body this morning. The victim bled to death, choked on its' own puke and testicles. There are no witnesses and no suspects, no weapon was found and no footprints.
If you take a step back, you'll see that almost every single tree has a mark.
If you look in the night sky, you'll catch her eyes investigating you.
If you hear her chuckle, you're just another mark on a tree.
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