I reveled in the grotesque spectacle unfolding before me, my eyes transfixed on the wretched souls battling for their survival. It was a twisted pleasure, a dark delight to witness their desperate struggle.
How satisfying it was to see them experience a mere fraction of the torment they had inflicted upon those innocent slaves. Oh, how I wished Nari could be here, to witness the sweet justice unfolding. Alas, she was absent, and so the twisted theater belonged to me alone.
Amidst the chaos, only two remained standing, their bodies battered and drenched in blood—a woman and a man, the final remnants of this macabre dance.
I fixated my gaze on the woman, her long, wavy black hair matted and disheveled. A sinister grin crept upon my face as I whispered to her, my voice laced with false benevolence, "Hey, take this to help you." With a flick of my wrist, I hurled the very blade that had brought death to the others, and she caught it, her confusion palpable.
