SHE

Chapter 26: Emotions are Personal

"You are a sadist after all." I mumbled.

I haven't been feeding this man for two whole days. His skin was pale and dark at the same time. His hair was disheveled, and he was gritting his teeth like mad. He was far from the spoilt brat who lives off his parents' money.

I had already set a camera since yesterday that sat perfectly angled towards his face. I am sure it had caught the scenes where this kid was practically screaming in pain.

"L-let m-me g-go... Wh-where a-am I-I... I-i w-want t-to g-go h-ome... M-my b-brother's-s wa-waiting f-for m-me-e..."

He has totally lost his mind.

"It hurts... It h-hurts..."

"Rue... Don't you think this is enough?" Williams asked me, hesitance was evident in his voice.

I didn't answer but instead, I cut the ropes tied against his limbs, making him fall on his knees in a limp. His body is practically numb, he has endured an extreme amount of torture coming from me and I can bet he can't even think properly.

With a gloved hand, I pulled on his sticky hair to make him face the camera with dead eyes.

"Apologize. For all you did... Now." I ordered, whispering against his ear.

"I-I'm s-sorry...."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He kept muttering.

Like it was the only thing that comes into his mind.

"Beg for your life. Like those people who did to you." I placed my free hand across his jaw and gripped it tight enough to make him wince.

"P-please... H-help m-me..."

"Louder." I squeezed my grip on his hair and jaw tighter to make him squeak.

"Please..." He said, louder this time.

"Kill me... Please..." He was now begging me.

But when I looked into his eyes, they were filled with hopelessness and suffering. You can already say he's dead on the inside and is just a living puppet now.

"Good." I say, holding a dagger and brushing the point of the blade against his ragged clothes down to his dirty pants.

I pushed down his pants and boxers, leaving him bare in my eyes as I placed my sharp edged weapon near his manhood just above his balls.

"M-master... Isn't that going too far?" I heard Williams's voice ring to my ears but I didn't look back to see his expression.

"The client asked for a torture. No matter what gender nor what the target means to you, you mustn't lose focus." The moment I said those words, I clenched my teeth and moved the blade in hand like I was slicing a piece of meat before cooking.

Screams erupted from the body in front of me. The body of someone I just chopped off his own dignity, the only thing that keeps him sane until now.

It hurts doesn't it?

Hell is a place of torture and suffering, but it doesn't mean there isn't one in actual life. Once you had encountered it, there is no going back.

I heard the cut off flesh plopping down the cemented ground like the sound of victuals. I hear the flow of blood pouring out of his fresh injury and down the cold floor.

I took a clean cloth and took Brad's cut part of his sensitive area from the floor, ignoring the blood that is staining through the material.

"Williams, would you clean him up? Remember not to leave any trace and stitch him up cleanly. You're a man, you should know how it works." I say, not bothering to discern the look of my student's horrified expression.

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Third Person's POV

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The white haired woman suddenly raised her lips into a smile, a smile so dark that anyone may know screams danger.

"Did you like the gift I gave you?" She asked through the phone, sitting cross legged on the couch.

On the other line of the call, the short black haired woman stared at the package laid out in front of her.

"You didn't kill the kid just yet haven't you?" She asked, tapping her nails against her armrest.

"Not quite. He's just a living doll now, Sheer."

"Good. I saw the video you sent. It was hilarious really. I watched my client's reaction and damn she turned white. Rue, you sure know how to live up your name because as soon as she looked at the whole video, I bet it scarred the woman for life." The black haired woman rambled on, laughing at her own memories.

"Make sure to give me the amount you promised. The budget is getting low for me nowadays and more so since I took Williams in."

"Sure, I'm an honest bitch when it comes to money. You know what to do with the body, anyway my client wanted you to wrap it up now. Think she's had enough of the roleplay and is finally over satisfied with the outcome." She say, waiting for the other to reply.

"I'll take care of it. I'll see you by tonight at your place."

"I'm free anytime."

Rue ended the call without another word and looked at the time. It is already past twelve in the morning, just in time for them to finish the job.

She went back down the basement and saw the whole place in a better state than before.

Her student, Conner Williams, was leaning on the wall with his head down and his mind clouded in thoughts.

She analyzed his body posture, his agitated breathing and his erratic heart beats. It was far different from normal and she knows he is once again in a stage of shock because of what she performed in front of him.

She will not apologize nor regret what she did at the scene she unfolded before him, because he needs to know what it is to be an assassin.

"It is your lucky day, Brad. The day you will finally see your brother again." She blurt the words in front of her prisoner who did not move an inch.

She did tolerate the fact that the seventeen year old boy in front of her cannot hear nor understand a word she just said as he stared straight past her.

She turned her body towards her student who was still bothered by his thoughts. Knowing this, she grabbed a long bladed knife just atop the table and tossed it towards his leaning figure.

He caught it in one hand, his body reacting purely on reflex as he stared at the material in confusion as if he didn't know how it came to his hand.

"You know what to do. Finish this kid's misery so we can finally end this." Rue spoke in a neutral tone, waiting for the young man to react.

It took a good few minutes before he made a move to walk towards the wounded and barely breathing body in the middle of the room.

He was slowly walking in his own pace, recollecting his own thoughts in the way. When he finally stood in front of him, he gripped the handle in his hand. He was confused and puzzled at what he was doing but his body said otherwise.

He wanted to do this in the first place without even admitting it to himself. He raised the weapon in the air to his side, ready to move at any moment. He was still filled with disturbing thoughts that when he finally caught himself, he moved.

He moved his arm holding the blade that was stretched out in the open and slid it swiftly towards the other direction. Directly slitting the prisoner's neck sideways through the trachea, cutting his windpipe.