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Third-Person's POV...
In the forgotten fringes of a forsaken town, where the last wisps of civilization succumbed to the all-consuming darkness of neglect, there stood an abandoned building that seemed to whisper tales of despair and desperation to the wind. Its crumbling facade, a testament to the ravages of time, loomed like a specter, shrouded in an aura of foreboding and menace.
Deep within the labyrinthine recesses of this forsaken structure, a solitary room lay hidden, its existence a secret known only to the shadows that danced upon its walls.
The air within was heavy with the stench of decay and stagnation, a noxious miasma that clung to every surface like a malignant entity.
The walls, once a sterile white, now wore a grimy patina, as if the very essence of hope had been extinguished, leaving only a dull, soul-crushing grey.
In this isolated, hermetically sealed chamber, two figures stood in stark contrast, their presence a jarring juxtaposition of vulnerability and youthful vitality.
One, a man, lay slumped in a steel chair, his limbs bound by rusted chains that seemed to bite into his skin like venomous serpents. He was unconscious. The chair, a cold, unforgiving monolith, seemed to have absorbed the very essence of his being, leaving him a mere husk, a shadow of a man.
Before him, a young boy stood, his slender frame a stark contrast to the imposing, hulking presence of the bound man. His gaze, fixed intently upon the captive, was a mixture of fascination and trepidation, as if he were beholding a creature from a realm beyond his own.
The boy's stance, tense and alert, betrayed a sense of uncertainty, as if he were poised on the cusp of a precipice, ready to tumble into the unknown at any moment.
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Riyan's hand delved into the rusty tool box beside him, his fingers closing around the cold metal of the grasper like a vice. With a deliberate slowness, he extracted the instrument of torture, its jaws open wide like the maw of a predator.
The man tied to the chair, his body limp and helpless, was oblivious to the horror that was about to unfold. Riyan's eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity as he approached his captive, the grasper held aloft like a scalpel.
With a sudden, brutal motion, Riyan clamped the grasper onto the man's fingernail, the metal jaws closing around it like a vice.
The man's eyes flew open, his body jolting upright as he was yanked back into consciousness. A blood-curdling scream tore from his lips as Riyan ruthlessly pulled out the nail, the sound echoing off the walls like a chorus of the damned. A crimson rivulet began to flow from the nail bed, trickling down the man's finger like a tiny, glistening snake.
Riyan's face was a mask of sadistic pleasure, his eyes aglow with a twisted delight.He reveled in the agony he was inflicting, his heart pounding with excitement as he gazed upon the killer who had taken his parents from him. The man's screams of pain were music to his ears, a symphony of suffering that brought him an unholy joy.
Without granting his victim even a moment's respite, Riyan began to methodically extract the man's nails, one by one, from his fingers and toes.
The screams grew louder, more anguished, as the man's body was wracked with agony. Riyan's hands moved with a deliberate, almost surgical precision, as if he were performing some twisted, sadistic ritual.
The air was heavy with the stench of blood and sweat, the only sound the man's cries of torment and Riyan's heavy, labored breathing.
As the last nail was pulled out, the man's body slumped forward, his head lolling to one side like a broken puppet. Riyan's chest heaved with exertion, his face flushed with a perverse excitement.
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Riyan's piercing gaze locked onto the man, his eyes blazing with an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. The man, his face contorted in agony, his body trembling like a leaf, mustered the last vestiges of his strength to whisper a plea in a voice that was barely audible, "Why... why are you doing this to me? Why...?" The words hung in the air like a desperate cry for mercy, but Riyan's response was far from merciful.
With a sudden, maniacal burst of laughter, Riyan's face twisted into a grotesque grin, his eyes glinting with a malevolent intensity. "Hahahahahaha...," the sound echoed through the air, sending shivers down the man's spine.
Riyan's laughter was a cold, mirthless thing, devoid of any warmth or humanity, a chilling reminder that he was a force to be reckoned with.
As the man's eyes widened in terror, Riyan's expression transformed into one of icy indifference, his voice dripping with a sinister intent. "Why, you ask? Why...? Remember that fateful Night of November 12th, eight long years ago, when you brutally snuffed out the lives of a loving couple in New Creek Town...?" The words dripped with venom, each syllable a deliberate, calculated strike aimed at the man's very soul.
The man's face underwent a metamorphosis, his features contorting in a mixture of shock, horror, and disbelief. "No... no... please, I beg of you..." he stammered, his voice cracking under the weight of his own guilt.
Riyan's response was a masterclass in sadistic cruelty. "No, you should have a taste of not your own medicine, but of the hell that I have so meticulously prepared especially for you," he sneered, his voice dripping with relish. "I Have Created A Completly New Word specially For this, I have given that Word a Meaning, "Bask in Pleasure Of Being My Enemy, it's a word that seal fate of death that anyone who hears it, A word that will haunt your every waking moment, a word that will be etched into your consciousness like a scar. And that word... 'Nemora'."
The way Riyan pronounced the word, "Neh-Moh-Rah", sent shivers down the man's spine, the sound echoing through the air like a death knell.
As Riyan's lips curled into a sadistic, sinister smile, the man's eyes grew wide with terror, his mind reeling from the implications of that single, dreaded word. "Let me continue your pleasure..."
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Then Riyan strated cutting the man's fingers one by one, the man screams echoing in room while Riyan laughing on his pain.
Then Riyan started peeling out his skin, after that Riyan rubbed salt on his peeled skin and using grasper Riyan pulled out his teeth out of his mouth, the man's painful screams just got louder and Riyan's laughing got more sinister and sadistic.
After a while, the man's screams stopped as he limped lifeless, Riyan also stopped laughing and looked at man's body.
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As Riyan stood frozen, a dark, ominous silhouette began to materialize behind him, its presence eerily palpable.
The air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy as the figure took shape, its blackness so profound it appeared to absorb the very light around it. With an unhurried, deliberate movement, the figure slowly wrapped its arms around Riyan's torso, enveloping him in a gentle, yet unyielding embrace.
The tender gesture was a stark contrast to the figure's foreboding appearance, sending a shiver down Riyan's spine.
As the figure's arms encircled him, Riyan's voice barely above a whisper, he uttered the words, "Furia, it's finally done..." The phrase hung in the air like a promise, heavy with the weight of anticipation and trepidation.
The figure, Furia, responded in a low, sultry tone, her voice like velvet wrapped around steel, "Yes, Riyan, it's done..." The words dripped with an air of finality, as if the very fabric of reality had been altered forever.
Riyan's body seemed to relax, his tension dissipating as he slowly turned to face Furia. His eyes, once burning with an inner fire, now shone with a mixture of relief and trepidation.
As he wrapped his arms around Furia's waist, pulling her into a tight, desperate embrace, he whispered, "But I have now become who I wanted to kill, Furia..." The words were laced with a sense of irony, as if Riyan had finally achieved his Revenge, but at what Cost?
Furia's response was not one of words, but of comfort. She enveloped Riyan in her embrace, holding him close as if to absorb his pain, his fear, and his uncertainty. Her arms were a sanctuary, a refuge from the turmoil that had ravaged his soul.
In that moment, Furia was the embodiment of solace, her presence a balm to Riyan's battered psyche. As they stood there, locked in their embrace, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a sea of uncertainty, yet bound together by an unbreakable thread of fate.
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"But That was Last Day I Saw Furia, After that She Disappeared like She never Existed..."
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Riyan's POV...
As I emerged from the darkness of my past, I found solace in the pages of countless books, devouring novels and webnovels with an insatiable hunger. The words danced before my eyes, transporting me to realms both familiar and unknown, as I lost myself in the intricate tapestries of fictional worlds.
The thrill of adventure, the agony of heartbreak, and the triumph of victory all blended together in a kaleidoscope of emotions, fueling my imagination and igniting a fire within.
But my literary escapades were not merely a form of entertainment; they were a strategic move, a deliberate choice to hone my mind and sharpen my intellect. I was driven by a singular focus: to secure a coveted spot at the prestigious University of Triads, a bastion of academic excellence that beckoned to me like a siren's call.
And so, I poured all my energy into my studies, pouring over textbooks, attending tutorials, and practicing problems until the concepts became second nature to me.
The result was nothing short of astonishing. My grades soared, a testament to my unwavering dedication and perseverance. I aced every exam, every quiz, and every assignment, my name etched at the top of the class rankings like a badge of honor.
The University of Triads, once a distant dream, was now within my grasp, its gates swinging open to welcome me into its hallowed halls. I had done it. I had achieved it
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Next Chapter "36. Hijack Of Hotel...[4]", Riyan's Past Life's Arc has Completed, therefore, Hijack Of Hotel's Arc will be Continued.The Next Chapter May Come Later, So Sorry. My Readers, please leave review and comments as well as Powerstone and Golden Tickets...
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