-Warning-
The chapter below has some really dark, pedophilic and sexual content. If uncomfortable please move on to the next chapter. I'll try to give a sensible recap of what happened here in it.
The man who came to collect Number 2 last night walked up me and dragged me out of the room. I knew there was no point in crying, kicking, or even making a fuss; it wouldn't touch any part of their depraved souls. But as a child, I had to at least deliver some gold medal-worthy drama.
I screamed and kicked, biting his hand until I tasted blood-a metallic tang that I thought would repulse me but didn't. It was tolerable, especially when he yelped in pain.
He threw me to the ground, knocking the wind out of me. I winced at the impact, but compared to the pain I endured in my previous life, this felt like nothing more than a few slaps.
He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to their bathroom, stripping me naked before turning on the shower. His devilish smirk sent a shiver down my spine. "He wouldn't mind if I had a taste, would he?" he chuckled darkly, gripping my neck as his hand moved lower.
I mentally prepared myself for the pain he was about to inflict, but then a voice came from the doorway, "Hey, man, do the girl and ta. hat, Just bathe to the boss-unless you want to end up like Joe," the voice said, irritation clear, It was the man who had been there when I first arrived.
He was the one who declared someone-Joe, presumably-dead.
The first man squeezed my neck harder, as though debating whether to let me go. I clawed at his hand in mock desperation until, finally, he released me, throwing me to the floor before storming out of the bathroom.
The other man, the one I'd started calling "doctor guy" in my mind, stayed behind and helped me bathe, preparing me for what I knew would be a life-changing night. As he scrubbed me down, I decided to reach out to the system.
"Are there any rules about how I can complete this mission? Any benefits or penalties?" I asked, The cat appeared, sitting calmly on the edge of the sink.
"Well, when eliminating Stuart Greg, if it's done by accident or external factors, your reward will be lower than if you deliver the killing blow yourself. Additionally, you'll earn experience points, which will help improve your level and stats," it explained.
I nodded thoughtfully, my mind racing. I couldn't stay here any longer, and I didn't know when I'd get another chance like this. I had to make the most of it.
Once the bath was over and I was wrapped in a towel, they led me through the halls. It felt like ages since I'd last passed these corridors. We entered Stuart's office first, then his separate bedroom. The doctor left me there alone. As I stood in the bedroom, memories of all the times I had been forced to endure this place flooded back. A bitter smile crept onto my lips. But then I remembered something-something important. Excitement coursed through me as I realized it might be the key to completing my mission. I quickly formulated a plan and set it into motion as I waited for Stuart.
The bathroom door creaked open, and Stuart stepped out, freshly bathed. He strolled toward me with a cocky grin, grabbing roamed over me roughly. His hands roamed over my body, and he leaned in to kiss me.
The sheer audacity of this man disgusted me. A grown man, married with children my age and older, doing this to his niece-the daughter of a man called brother. He had concocted an elaborate scheme to murder my aunt and uncle in a car crash he orchestrated, leaving their daughter for dead, all so he could kidnap me after meeting my family at a gathering.
He disgusted me.
As he pushed me onto the bed, preparing to penetrate me, I reached under the comforter and grabbed the knife I had hidden there while he was still bathing. In - swift motion, I plunged the blade into his carotid artery. Blood sprayed everywhere, some of it hitting my face and even my mouth. To my surprise, it tasted sweet.
I had found the blade in a hidden room behind the liquor cabinet-one of many treasures stored there.
[-Congratulations, host, you've completed your first mission.-Prize: Dimensional Storage-Anything you want can be stored. Time barely moves within this space compared to your universe. Exp: +5 points]
Excitement bubbled up as I read the notification. The prize couldn't have come at a better time. I had also found Stuart's safe, and I would need every bit of cash, gold, and weaponry stored there.
I moved quickly, taking a shower to clean off the blood before implementing the next phase of my plan.
Stuart's men wouldn't let me live now, not after what I'd done. I retrieved the knife and cut off Stuart's finger to access the biometric safe. Inside were stacks of cash, gold bars, and jewelry-all of which I transferred into my storage space.
I headed to the secret dungeon where they kept various supplies, including extra clothes for the girls, weapons, ammunition, medical equipment, and even luxury cars. I took everything, methodically storing it away. Back in the office, I accessed Stuart's computer He was meticulous,keeping records of everything-contacts, accounts, and information about his operations. I just sent the whole computer to my space including all the files.
I crept through the building, overhearing the men in the distance. They were drunk, sloppily celebrating something. I smirked. It made my job easier. I retrieved alcohol from the room and laced their drinks with an anesthetic I'd stored earlier. Hidden in the corner, I watched as they passed out one by one, oblivious their impending doom. Grabbing my knife, I moved methodically, stabbing each man in the neck and heart before crushing their skulls to ensure they wouldn't rise again.
[Exp: +3 point ]
I returned to Stuart's body to do the same for good measure, then turned my attention to the girls. I opened the door to the holding area and threw in a smoke bomb laced with anesthetics.
Once I was certain they had passed out, I entered, wearing a gas mask.
Gisele and Katie. Gisele, who I once thought was my best friend, had betrayed me. She and her younger sister, Stuart's illegitimate children, had played their roles perfectly, pretending be victims while secretly working for their father, Their scheming had led to every failed escape attempt, every betrayal. I walked up to them and did them what I had done to Stuart, [Exp: +5 point]
The other girls were innocent, but I wasn't here to save anyone. I wasn't a saint or a hero, and I didn't have the luxury of carrying dead weight.
[Exp: +2 points]
After ensuring there were no survivors, I erased all camera footage of my presence. I doused the entire warehouse with alcohol and fuel, creating a trail that would allow me to ignite it from a safe distance.
I stepped outside, lit a match, and tossed it onto the trail.
Flames raced toward the building, consuming everything in their path. As the warehouse erupted in a fiery blaze, I allowed myself a smile-a pure, cathartic smile.
I turned and walked away, ready to find a new destination.