"Uurrrggghhhh~!"
Fu*ck its painful!
I can't feel a few parts of my body! What the hell just happened to me!? Did I get squashed by a truck or something?
I want to open my eyes, but why the fu*ck does it feels so difficult? My eyebrows feel like they are weighing tons.
Fu*cking open up!
Either that or let me die right away. What kind of messed up situation is this? What the hell is happening with me!?
"Boss, it looks like he is getting his consciousness back!"
"Oh really!? It's already a wonder how that fu*cker is still alive, and yet he even regained consciousness back.
What kind of monster is he!? If I didn't know better I would think that he is some sort of masochist enjoying this whole deal!"
Hearing those two voices was just like hearing some sort of alarm ringing inside my head, as all of a sudden the weight from my eyelids immediately disappeared and I opened my eyes.
'Aagghhhnn~!'
Fu*ck! The sudden light hurt my eyes and i was forced to close my eyes one more time, but at least now it was easier to open my eyes.
After the first time, with a bit difficulty and with a bit of getting used I managed to open my eyes and have a look around, wishing I hadn't done so.
Forgetting about the scary atmosphere around me and all those tools around me, the sight of the person in front of me, and especially the state of my body.
My clothes were in tatters, at least what looked to be like my clothes, because after a bit of concentration I could make notice of my skin here and there.
Forget about my skin, I could even see the white of my bones. A few of my fingers had gained weird and incomprehensible shapes and forms.
PAINFUL~!
Extremely fu*cking painful!
There was nothing more than a deep wish to scream inside my head, but at the same time a terrifying will to stop myself from screaming and screeching conquered my head.
It's truly weird how one could find the will to face even the most gore and painful situation, just because he doesn't want to give in, or surrender to the demons in front of him.
"Urrgghhh~!"
Still despite all that, I couldn't control myself from grunting in pain. It looked like my body wouldn't obey fully to my wishes.
I didn't want to give those bastards the joy of thinking that their actions were going to achieve something.
"Wakey wakey sleepy head! I truly wonder why you still wake up! This is like the hundredth time already, don't you just get bored of going through this multiple times!?"
What!?
Multiple times!?
Wasn't this the first time after what happened at the forest!? This was the first time, right!?
I don't even know to whom I directed that question, it felt like I was asking myself but at the same time, it felt like I was asking someone else entirely.
I don't know! I was just getting more and more confused about the whole situation.
'Baaammmmm~!'
Without waiting for my answer the bastard in front of me landed a straight jab into my stomach, leaving me breathless for a moment, and churning up my stomach and my insides.
It hurt like hell, I wished I was dead at that moment, but still that stupid pride and stubbornness of mine didn't allow me to give in to that pain, so I didn't scream.
'Baaammmm…, baaammm…, baaaammmm…'
The fu*cking bastard didn't even let me think that everything would end with that jab, as he immediately started treating me like a punching bag.
My stomach, my chest, me face, my head every part of my body seemed to be a target for him, and I couldn't even move my arms forward to protect myself.
It's so painful that I can't even scream!
'Motherfu*ckers! You are either extremely lucky or terrifyingly damned to treat me like this the moment that I thought everything was over.'
That was what was crossing my mind at this moment. After that fucking slaughter I did, I had decided that it was enough of revenge on my part, and I had decided to give up my life and join my angels.
But these bastards actually seemed to want me to negate my decision, asking and pleading me to turn into a death god one more time.
It wasn't like I was some sort of assassin, or some highly trained special forces operative like that fu*cking John Wick, no I was just a common man.
A common NPC with a high desire for revenge. It was that revenge wish that turned me into a boogeyman that kills 134 people.
It also turned me into a boogeyman that was currently being tortured like hell, wishing to die but unable to do so.
Still, the moment that you make a pick you have to stick with that for the rest of your life, that's how a man should be!
This was what I was saying to myself, but at the same time, it felt like I was preaching to someone else inside me, someone that wasn't me.
Fu*ck!
These fu*ckers have tortured me so badly that I have started to believe all that shit about supernatural life and cultivation stories one more time.
I think I am losing it!
Outside I was being battered just like a drum in a concert or festival. A punch landed on a part of my body every 0.83 seconds.
Don't ask, not even I have the idea of why I was able to pinpoint the time so accurately, it just felt like a part of me knew it and voiced it out.
Slowly I was becoming numb to the pain, it seemed like my brain was on a point of not being able to register pain any longer, like it stopped working.
It was at that moment that finally I had the chance the remember what I had gone through for what felt like an entirety.
'Fu*ck~! No wonder I decided to forget and not remember all of this!'
Even while searching google, one wouldn't be able to find the many torture methods that I had gone through.
From drowning, freezing to death, boiling parts of my body into water, beatings, drowning again, removing my nails, breaking every part of my body, and even rat torture, or high sounds to destroy my brain.
I had gone through each and every one of them at least once or twice. This is madness, no wonder I didn't care for what was happening now.
I know what you might think, if I had gone through all that then how the fu*ck was I alive!?
The truth is, I don't even fu*cking understand it myself! I should be dead now, I wished to be dead now, I wished to find peace now, unfortunately here I was again.
It was even more of a sick joke than it sounded, unfortunately there was nothing I could do about it, it was nothing I could control.
"I got tired and bored of beating this shit to death! He isn't opening his fu*cking mouth even after all of this!
The only options are either this motherfu*cker is sick on the head, or he really has no idea of what has happened. Either way we are wasting our time like this, its time we send him through!"
While I was actually started to think about the whole fu*cked up situation in front of me, doubting my choices, and thinking of a bleak future, these bastards decided my death like that.
Well, at least that was going to be some sort of relief for me! I would finally be able to 'move on' from my fu*cked up situation.
It didn't even take those bastards 2 minutes to think about the whole situation, as they immediately released my arms and legs, picked me up and then throw me out of the window.
One has to understand that I come from a small city in a small country, the highest building in this place, the one from which I got thrown out from was only around a dozen floors.
Yes, that's right these bastards didn't even try to hide their actions as they just threw me out of the building like a garbage bag.
I am really sorry for my parents, they had worked so hard to raise me and make me the one I became.
They had given me so much love!
All the moments I had been with them started flashing in front of my eyes, all the moments I had with my other two angels before their death started flashing in front of my eyes as well.
At that moment, I don't know how and I don't know why but I could feel a small salty tear trail down my cheek, and then finally everything ended with a muffled 'boom'.
"Agghhhhhh~! Somebody fell down, some…"
The moment before I lost my life I could hear the scream of an alarmed and terrified woman, but the next moment everything turned black…