"Haah! I'm done. I feel fantastic." Her voice is cheery as if a great weight had just been lifted from her shoulders. I have a minute inkling that Ian also bore the result of her frustrations regarding her year-long captivity after getting betrayed and enslaved. At least he was useful in the end.
Who needs to pay for a psychologist when you can just beat the shit out of a fat nerd and then castrate him?
Ayame certainly doesn't.
I look at the girl in question and feel a strong mixture of admiration, horror and attraction. She was a force of vengeance, utterly brutal and terrifyingly efficient, yet she was so incredibly gorgeous at the same time.
There really is something wrong with my head.
"Let's get out of here," I say a bit shakily. I wanted Ian to suffer and I don't care one bit about the fact that he went through castration torture, but it's not easy for a man to see another man's genitals being severed, even if he despises him.
