Warning ⚠️: if you hate too much violence, consider not reading this Book
This contains Gore and I implore you not to read dark fantasy if it's not your genre.
Ya'll a bunch of grown ups, please, read the instructions. 🤦
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As he leads her into the room, a 50 year old, chinese man holds Flare's waist tightly while his eyes darted on her body with lust.
With his hands still firmly grasping her waist, they enter the room and closes the door behind them.
he turns to face her and caressed her cheeks.
Flare smiled, Although she was disgusted by this man who held her.
She needs to fulfill her desire in killing him, after all, it's her job and her rights to do.
To dictate when people deserves to die.
After a moment of staring at her with twisted longing in his eyes.
He abruptly picks her up and tosses her onto the table in the middle of the room.
The metal legs of the table scrape the floor as it creaks under her weight.
The man grins and carefully rolls up his sleeves He purrs in terrible English, "You're such a pretty thing," and circles the table like a predator. "I've heard that you're really... Spirited."
Playing along, her psycho side starting to show, she smirks back at him.
"You believe you can deal with me?" She sits up slowly on the table and taunts him. The man laughs darkly and takes a switchblade out of his pocket.
"Take care of you?" He chuckled as he walked closer to her. " the real question is," he says again,
"Are you able to manage me? The blade catches the light as he approaches. "Despite this, I've shattered women more resilient than you"
Flare finds the man's effort at speaking English humorous and finds it difficult to contain her laughter.
She bit her lip to be silent, but her delight is evident from the sneer on her face.
Unaware of her reactions, the businessman keeps talking in broken English.
The businessman follows the cool blade between her breasts, over her collarbone, and down her neck, his eyes glinting with malicious intent.
The delicate fabric of her piece was sliced through with a skillful flick of his wrist, revealing her skin inch by inch.
He crawls on top of her, using his weight to pin her to the table.
He leans in close and whispers in her ear, his hot breath over her neck, "Now, let's see if you're as fascinating in bed as you are with that clever tongue of yours"
His calloused hands massage and squeeze her breasts as they move over her contours in a possessive manner.
With a twisted expression of need and lust, he stares down at her and says,
"You know, most Chinese ladies are not as... flat as you.."He stops and digs his fingers possessively into her sides.
'Did he just.. called me flat!?'
"You-- " before he could continue flare punched his face, wraps her legs around his waist, flipping him over, and she was on top, she reached out and grabbed his switchblade.
The knife plunges deeply into his chest as she drives it there.
His eyes widened in pain as he screamed for help but she covered his mouth to prevent his 'slaves from hearing him.
Her rage and desire to harm him as much as his words had wounded her dignity.
Slowly, she extracts the knife from his chest while seeing the bubbles of blood emerging from the wound.
Instead of stabbing him once more, she makes him weep and cry. "You like calling me flat?"
she raises the knife to his face, Tracing the sharp end along his jaw.
She drives the blade into his neck, just enough to force him to swallow, without breaking the flesh.
"You think I'm not womanly enough for a Chinese man?" she asks. "Let me educate you on something."
"You see this flat chest you insulted? It's strong enough to hold you down while I torture you.
It doesn't sag or bounce like those big-titted whores you Chinese men prefer. It's fucking tone, you misogynistic pig."
She plunged the knife on his eye and gouged it out, eating it, while laughing.
The man continued to lose blood, she chewed and spit it on his face.
"Not tasty, you fucking bitch!" She growled and stabbed his right eye.
His screams were muffled, yet again, he had no strength to fight anymore, she removed her hand off his mouth and shoved his eye on it, eating his own eye by force.
"Taste it." She grinned. "What does it taste like? It's a knife lickin' good." She maniacally laughed that echoed across the room.
She heard knocks from the door, behind it was his bodyguards "sir? Is everything alright?"
"What's going on?"
"What's happening, sir?"
but in order to distract them and to leave them alone, she let out loud moans. "Ugh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Ugh! Ungh~! Gosh! More! Harder, faster, deeper! Ugh!" Before laughing.
The knocking stop. "Fucking bitches..." She mumbled and turned his attention back to the man who was... Dead.
"You're fucking weak, weak, weak.. weak old bitch!" She gritted her teeth and repeatedly stabbed the man's dead body.
She leaned closer to his face, with a manic look, Flare was manic, she was crazy and angry.
Angry that she didn't get to torture this old rapist and crazy because she saw what she wanted, his blood and guts spilled across the table that drips down the floor.
"Damn it! Useless thing! You can't even keep up aren't you? You're fucking weak other than my victims who fights back and guess what? I ended up killing them... Their struggle was pointless and I fed their bodies to the pigs!" She laughed.
She struck the knife on his head deeply and forcefully opening his head, peeling the skin as hard as she could to expose the glistening, grey and red matter beneath.
She could see his bloody brain.
She laughed, looking at the state of the old man's body, before peeling the skin off his face, she stood up at the table.
She grabbed his phone and dialed a number and called.
"It's done.." She replied. "I'll send you something and you'll be surprised." She chuckled.
After that, she ended the call, deleted the number on his calls and smashed his phone.
Flare took the way out of the window with her body slicked with his blood and his peeled off face on her hand.
She wasn't disgusted, instead she felt happy being stained with her victim's blood.
As she jumped through the window, Flare landed on the ground and walked off in the dark with a smirk on her face, with no remorse or guilt for killing people.
She's doing the world a favor, killing for the sake of 'making the world clean' and removing evilness that stained the world.
This is her justice, Her twisted revenge.
As she continued to walk against the darkness, she stopped midway as a man in a cloak and hat appeared, pointing a gun towards her.
She raised her eyebrows as the man slowly approached.
"I finally had the chance.." the man said, in a low, baritone voice, that would send chills down anyone's spine.
But flare remained unfazed, she would only laugh at his attempt to scare her with his voice and that gun pointed at her.
"I could finally kill you for what you've done to me! You fucking shit!"
She stared at him incredulously and smiled. "Are you with the one...hmn.." Flare thinks, trying to remember when it happened, but she couldn't. She laughed and shook her head.
"I don't remember who you are? I've killed a lot of evil people in this world, but you're not exactly memorable." She replied.
The man tightened his grip on his gun and fired a shot near her, but she remained unfazed.
"SHUT UP!" He shouted. "You're the one who took everything from me! My family! My richest! My sister!" He shouted.
"I managed to survive! But I was jailed! They thought I killed my family! They arrested me unjustly!" He continued.
...?
Flare tried to remember everything, but her memory was clogged, she killed a lot of people and she had no time to remember.
But she could remember the sorrows, how they beg and her happiness every time she slowly took the life out of her victims.
Indeed that she involved innocent people to her blood play to end their "bloodline" because she knows that evilness will continue and they would come back for her.
But she didn't expect that managed to get out of it alive. She is not angry at herself, but she was disappointed that the devil didn't take him yet.
"But isn't your family evil?" She chuckled.
"I don't show mercy.. didn't I say that?" She continued. The man gritted his teeth. "You.. bitch!"
The man's hand shook, Flare smirked knowing she hit a nerve.
"I never expect that the evil seeks justice when you are the ones perpetrating the injustice." She replied, looking at the man incredulously.
"SHUT UP!" The man shot Flare's shoulder, but she remained unfazed, she felt the cold metal that hit her skin.
Instead of being hurt that the bullet lodged on her shoulder and blood dripped down.
Flare loves the pain that she laughed maniacally, she experienced way worse than this, this is a cake to her.
"How cute!" She continued to laugh maniacally.
The man was shocked at Flare's reaction, he didn't know how sick in the head she was.
Flare was insane, a woman who's sick in the head that needs help, but in her state it's too late, she's not a normal person and doubt that she'll be.
"Do you really think... You had a chance? Me? A high-ranking assassin of the High Ring?" She continued to laugh.
The man shouted in anger and shot flare several times, but before the bullets could hit her, flare dodged the bullets with incredible speed.
He knew how fast she was and this was his plan. Right as soon as Flare reached him, he took out a knife underneath his sleeve and stabbed her.
She gasped, the knife entered smoothly, its cold steel sliding through her muscle and tissue.
She could feel the sharp edge scraping against her pelvic bone as it plunged deep into her stomach.
The man pushed harder, burying the knife completely.
"You're stupid Flare... Too stupid." The man grinned and shook his head. As he leaned closer to her. "This was my plan all along...smart right?" He laughed, but his laugh turned into anger.
"Now you'll experience the pain that my sister felt when you stab her with this knife!" He said sharply.
As blood dripped down her mouth, knowing her, she knew that this would happen but she won't die alone, she grinned at the man. "Nice try...kid..." She replied in a weak, defiant tone.
"What?"
"But I'm not gonna die here.. alone!" She shouted and with her one last resistance, she kicked his groin and pulled the knife out of her, immediately stabbing his forehead with her last strength, she pushed the knife through his forehead deeply.
The man stood no chance against Flare, it was an immediate death, as both fell onto the ground.
The man was dead and flare held her injured stomach, blood continued to sip through her and she knows that this is the end, but she's satisfied.
'Heh.. so this is what it feels like to die, Peace out mga betlogs!'