Clap... Clap... Clap...
The nobles clapped their hands, expressing their pleasure.
"So all that bloodshed interested them. All those jerks are no different from my parents."
There were kind nobles, but my view of them had been twisted from the start.
Even so, at that moment, I had to ensure they were pleased to keep my life.
After all, there was nothing stopping my parents from killing me. Now that they were in the woods, my chances of survival were slim.
I held my sister's leg, dragging her dead body, which left a trail of blood on the small grass.
I was shrouded by the sound of held breaths as I entered the woods that encircled the nobles' holy place.
Everything remained still, as if time had stopped, and not even the wind moved.
Thack—!
I stabbed my dead sister's right upper thigh and slowly began to cut her leg off with my small knife.
The only predators in this small forest were my parents, so I had to increase my arsenal by any means possible.
Crack—!
Since my knife would take a long time to do the job, I used my hands to rip Tasha's right leg from her body.
Her blood dripped to the ground like water on a windscreen. Well, she was long dead, so it was only normal for her heart to stop beating.
"That's right! Heart!"
I was getting hungry, so eating my sister's heart was the option that came to mind.
Even now, I still hated that bitch, and even if I were in hell, I would always hate her.
Since I was four, my mind had been consumed with thoughts of trying to kill myself, so I always carried a lighter with me in hopes of burning myself.
However, thanks to this golden opportunity that presented itself, I was going to use it to let those I loathed experience a horror movie before they died.
As I ripped out Tasha's heart, I could feel its sharpness against my left palm, and its coldness resonated well with the weather.
Picking up twigs from the ground, I quickly started a small fire and began roasting my sister's heart.
I had taken some cooking lessons, so I couldn't go totally insane; roasting something as grotesque as a human heart was child's play to me.
The pleasant aroma quickly spread through the whole forest, drawing in some uninvited guests.
Swish... Swish... Swish...
I could hear someone stepping on the surrounding shrubs, but my expression remained the same, showing no hint of fear on my face.
The one responsible for the small sounds stammered in rage, "You—you—you son of a bitch! Gi-give me that meat, and I will kill you painlessly."
'That's right, you are indeed a bitch , mother.'
I took the heart on a stick and extended it to the furious, overweight woman in ragged clothes.
Swish—!
The woman swiped the heart of her daughter and quickly began stuffing it into her mouth.
Crunch... Crunch... Crunch...
She ate like a little kid, letting crumbs stick all over her face, and just as usual, she began to compliment the meal.
"It's so bland, like your father's d**k; it needs more seasoning."
'Where would I find that?' I shock my head is disdain.
With her arms crossed, she added, "There's more where that came from. Something like this won't fill my tummy; I need more meat."
Without any hesitation in my red eyes, I took the leg I had ripped from Tasha's body, and that's when the mother noticed her daughter.
Tak—!
With malice visible in her eyes, she threw Tasha's heart at my face. "You bastard! What did you just feed me?"
"Just what kind of mother are you?" I asked as I stood up with my hands in my blazer pockets. "You don't even look like someone who is grieving."
"Shut up! How dare you feed me cooked human flesh!?" The woman yelled as she approached where I was standing.
Her hand raising in the air, attempting to slap me. However, my knife acted quickly, stabbing her hand.
"Ahhh! You bit—!"
I cut her scream in half by stabbing her other hand. Before she could make any moves, I tackled her into the burning flames.
She fought for her life, but my heel pressed down on her big face, ensuring she stayed on the ground.
However, she wasn't going to make it easy for me to finish her. Using her enormous strength, she grabbed my leg and threw me to the ground.
Thud—!
Luckily, I didn't catch on fire, but my mother rolled on top of me.
"If we are going to die, let's die together, dear son!"
Her entire back was on fire, yet I couldn't find the strength to push her off me, thanks to her heavy body.
She was squeezing all the air out of me, but my intense hatred for her fueled my spirit, forcing my right hand to move.
Thack—!
I stabbed her elephant-sized neck, letting blood shoot out like a fountain. Luckily, it didn't extinguish the fire.
"Ahhhh!" The black-haired woman screamed, loosening her grip on my frail body.
I seized this chance to slip away and grabbed my sister's leg as I got up.
Bam—! Bam—! Bam—!
In the next moment, I used Tasha's leg to hit her mother, like a rat caught in a granary, splattering blood everywhere like fireworks.
In some cultures of other worlds, they say that hitting your mother will drive you crazy.
That being said, I would rather walk naked into a lion's den than let this wretched woman see another day.
WA... WA... WA...
Her blood sprayed into the air as the flames began devouring her body, motivating me to increase the number of hits I delivered.
She said goodbye to the world, but I kept hitting her until I felt numb in my arms from all the swinging.
With each blow, I could feel a mix of rage and relief coursing through me. It was as if I were releasing years of pent-up frustration, anger, and pain.
The sight of her body, once a source of torment, now lay lifeless on the ground, was oddly satisfying.
As the fire crackled and her screams faded into silence, I felt a strange sense of freedom wash over me. I was one step away from being free from the shackles of my past, the burdens of my family, and the horrors that haunted me.
I looked around the forest, now eerily quiet except for the sound of the fire consuming the last wood pieces.