Chapter 23
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unedited
T/W:
1. Disturbing/graphic depictions of ra**/torture/murder and a fetish for killing during non-consensual intercourse
2. Graphic descriptions of sex with a purposefully unattractive character and forced an** sex …? 3. Disturbing and graphic descriptions of violent murder-ra** and necrophilia
4. Blood
5. Non-consensual oral sex
6. Morbid conversations about murder during sex
Can’t We Just be Happy? (1)
The glass vase that had been holding the five-colored flowers just an hour ago rolled and shattered on the floor. The owner, who liked to write while smelling the flowers, had no time to worry about it even though the vase was broken.
The ink spilled, staining the paper with ink, and black liquid dripping down the desk. The soles of his shoes touched the ink that had spilled and fell on the floor.
“Ah, I stepped on it.”
“You’re still clumsy, Mister Raynan.”
Raynan scratched his shoes on the floor. Unsightly footprints were left on the old-fashioned carpet. But the owner of the carpet didn’t say a word to Raynan’s rude behavior.
Pierre lifted the chin of Theron Abitz, the mansion’s owner, with his blood-drenched hands. Theron’s body trembled visibly as a sticky, hot thing touched his skin.
“I will say it again. Where is Erina Holden?”
Theron gasped for breath and shook his head violently.
“I, I don’t know, really. For real. Huhuuk… Please spare me.”
Pierre sighed as if in trouble. Then he told his superior, Raynan, who was watching the situation from behind.
“You bastard, you really don’t seem to know?”
“You kill women like a meal, so you can’t remember the name of a country girl, one of many women, a woman who hasn’t died yet.”
Tears of foreseeing death flowed endlessly from his terrified eyes. The troubled young master of County Abitz, Theron Abitz, begged for his life for the first time. Also, experiencing extreme fear was an unfamiliar experience.
“Huk! Please, spare me, please…… ! Just one life…….”
“Did the other humans who died at your hand begged like you?”
Raynon said, rubbing his shoes on the carpet.
XXX TRIGGER WARNING
Theron Abitz, who wrote to Erina Holden, was literally a pervert dealing with the grotesque and the gore. The reason he wrote a letter to Erina Holden is also simple. Seducing an ignorant country girl and to let her see the capital, he catches her and tortures her to the point of death, then r*** her when she was out of breath.
Theron’s sexual excitement culminates when the woman feels extreme despair and becomes a chilly corpse.
XXX TRIGGER WARNING End
It was only natural for Theron that he could not remember the name of any of the dozens of women she had killed, nor the name of Erina, whom he had never met.
“I’m sorry. Spare me, please.”
It was his only pleasure to torture women by smashing their faces with his feet. Despite being the eldest son of the family, this was the only way out of a life that was ignored and despised by his father, Kfen Abitz. The only way out that made him feel superior to someone else.
However, he is now begging for his life, begging until the skin of his hands was going to be peeled off in front of a man stronger than his father.
“I was going to take things easy, I was just trying to find Erina Holden and go. I just couldn’t get over how much the smell of blood vibrates in this house.”
“It’s useless that he says that he doesn’t know Erina Holden. Take care of him, Pierre.”
“I think the bound souls will be about twenty, but if they are freed from here today, they will probably want to go to hell.”
“Agreed.”
Pierre clicked his tongue with an expressionless face, as if regretfully. Even though he said that, the message ‘I don’t know what happens to you’ was stronger.
Theron muttered to himself as he saw his escort knights already drenched in blood and out of breath.
‘What a bunch of bastard! If you get out of here, your family’s necks won’t stay intact!’
Theron clenched his teeth.
“If you want to live a little longer, find Erina Holden.”
However, when the chilling cold words fell on his head, he loosened his frown as if he had never done so, and changed to a humble posture.
“I’ll, I’ll go find her. Right now!”
Pierre let go of the chin he was holding. It was disgusting seeing him begging and praying with his forehead pressed to the ground and his hands above his head.
“Pierre, are you sure you want to keep him alive?”
“Until we find Erina Holden.”
“Are you crazy? That bastard is the worst of all the bad guys. The cries of the souls were deafening. Let’s kill him and throw him away.”
“It’s true that he’s a piece of garbage, but he specializes in finding women. It’s safe to say that he has all the information about common women who people won’t care if anyone captures them. So he could kidnap women from places other than the capital.”
“Yes, yes! Just give me time… Kugh!”
“Shh, the bug should just keep its head down quietly.”
Pierre’s foot pressed against Theron’s head. It was a force that seemed to pierce the floor with his forehead.
Theron, engulfed in fear, used superhuman strength to suppress the screams that erupted from his teeth despite the pain that seemed to break his head.
“Hmm… Alright then.”
Raynon stretched his arms out and all the furniture in her room collapsed. Not to mention bookshelves, desks, and chairs, and even the gilded decorations on the walls and ceiling and the chandeliers with lights all fell to the floor.
Baboom!
As a cloud of thick dust rose, Pierre covered his nose with the back of his hand and narrowed his brow.
“What kind of weird thing are you doing?”
“Is it just about like venting out anger instead?”
“Do you think it will work out that much? Mister Raynon, your brain is pure and innocent.”
“You seem to keep forgetting that I am your superior?”
“Ah, please. I have so much respect for you.”
When talking about the ‘respect’ part, Pierre yawned. Raynon was behind him so he didn’t see it.
With Theron still motionless, Raynon spoke his words to Theron from a distance. Of course, not to have a conversation, but in order to intimidate and notify.
“I’ll give you four days. Find Erina Holden. By all means. I am not merciful enough to wait for more.”
“Don’t you think it’s foolishly soft to give him 4 days?”
“Don’t keep complaining, Pierre.”
“Of course. Hey human That’s my superior. He can’t distinguish between public and private, and he’s reckless and ignorant, but I admit it. It’s better to find her before you ask with your own mouth to be killed.”
“He seems to keep cursing.”
“Eh, no way.”
Pierre took his foot off Theron’s head and walked towards Raynon.
Barely out of breath, Theron grabbed his throbbing head and looked them in the eye. The two of them quarreled over an unknown story, and in an instant, their gazes turned to him at the same time. Theron for a moment forgot how to breathe.
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unedited
T/W:
1. Disturbing/graphic depictions of ra**/torture/murder and a fetish for killing during non-consensual intercourse
2. Graphic descriptions of sex with a purposefully unattractive character and forced an** sex …? 3. Disturbing and graphic descriptions of violent murder-ra** and necrophilia
4. Blood
5. Non-consensual oral sex
6. Morbid conversations about murder during sex
Can’t We Just be Happy? (1)
The glass vase that had been holding the five-colored flowers just an hour ago rolled and shattered on the floor. The owner, who liked to write while smelling the flowers, had no time to worry about it even though the vase was broken.
The ink spilled, staining the paper with ink, and black liquid dripping down the desk. The soles of his shoes touched the ink that had spilled and fell on the floor.
“Ah, I stepped on it.”
“You’re still clumsy, Mister Raynan.”
Raynan scratched his shoes on the floor. Unsightly footprints were left on the old-fashioned carpet. But the owner of the carpet didn’t say a word to Raynan’s rude behavior.
Pierre lifted the chin of Theron Abitz, the mansion’s owner, with his blood-drenched hands. Theron’s body trembled visibly as a sticky, hot thing touched his skin.
“I will say it again. Where is Erina Holden?”
Theron gasped for breath and shook his head violently.
“I, I don’t know, really. For real. Huhuuk… Please spare me.”
Pierre sighed as if in trouble. Then he told his superior, Raynan, who was watching the situation from behind.
“You bastard, you really don’t seem to know?”
“You kill women like a meal, so you can’t remember the name of a country girl, one of many women, a woman who hasn’t died yet.”
Tears of foreseeing death flowed endlessly from his terrified eyes. The troubled young master of County Abitz, Theron Abitz, begged for his life for the first time. Also, experiencing extreme fear was an unfamiliar experience.
“Huk! Please, spare me, please…… ! Just one life…….”
“Did the other humans who died at your hand begged like you?”
Raynon said, rubbing his shoes on the carpet.
XXX TRIGGER WARNING
Theron Abitz, who wrote to Erina Holden, was literally a pervert dealing with the grotesque and the gore. The reason he wrote a letter to Erina Holden is also simple. Seducing an ignorant country girl and to let her see the capital, he catches her and tortures her to the point of death, then r*** her when she was out of breath.
Theron’s sexual excitement culminates when the woman feels extreme despair and becomes a chilly corpse.
XXX TRIGGER WARNING End
It was only natural for Theron that he could not remember the name of any of the dozens of women she had killed, nor the name of Erina, whom he had never met.
“I’m sorry. Spare me, please.”
It was his only pleasure to torture women by smashing their faces with his feet. Despite being the eldest son of the family, this was the only way out of a life that was ignored and despised by his father, Kfen Abitz. The only way out that made him feel superior to someone else.
However, he is now begging for his life, begging until the skin of his hands was going to be peeled off in front of a man stronger than his father.
“I was going to take things easy, I was just trying to find Erina Holden and go. I just couldn’t get over how much the smell of blood vibrates in this house.”
“It’s useless that he says that he doesn’t know Erina Holden. Take care of him, Pierre.”
“I think the bound souls will be about twenty, but if they are freed from here today, they will probably want to go to hell.”
“Agreed.”
Pierre clicked his tongue with an expressionless face, as if regretfully. Even though he said that, the message ‘I don’t know what happens to you’ was stronger.
Theron muttered to himself as he saw his escort knights already drenched in blood and out of breath.
‘What a bunch of bastard! If you get out of here, your family’s necks won’t stay intact!’
Theron clenched his teeth.
“If you want to live a little longer, find Erina Holden.”
However, when the chilling cold words fell on his head, he loosened his frown as if he had never done so, and changed to a humble posture.
“I’ll, I’ll go find her. Right now!”
Pierre let go of the chin he was holding. It was disgusting seeing him begging and praying with his forehead pressed to the ground and his hands above his head.
“Pierre, are you sure you want to keep him alive?”
“Until we find Erina Holden.”
“Are you crazy? That bastard is the worst of all the bad guys. The cries of the souls were deafening. Let’s kill him and throw him away.”
“It’s true that he’s a piece of garbage, but he specializes in finding women. It’s safe to say that he has all the information about common women who people won’t care if anyone captures them. So he could kidnap women from places other than the capital.”
“Yes, yes! Just give me time… Kugh!”
“Shh, the bug should just keep its head down quietly.”
Pierre’s foot pressed against Theron’s head. It was a force that seemed to pierce the floor with his forehead.
Theron, engulfed in fear, used superhuman strength to suppress the screams that erupted from his teeth despite the pain that seemed to break his head.
“Hmm… Alright then.”
Raynon stretched his arms out and all the furniture in her room collapsed. Not to mention bookshelves, desks, and chairs, and even the gilded decorations on the walls and ceiling and the chandeliers with lights all fell to the floor.
Baboom!
As a cloud of thick dust rose, Pierre covered his nose with the back of his hand and narrowed his brow.
“What kind of weird thing are you doing?”
“Is it just about like venting out anger instead?”
“Do you think it will work out that much? Mister Raynon, your brain is pure and innocent.”
“You seem to keep forgetting that I am your superior?”
“Ah, please. I have so much respect for you.”
When talking about the ‘respect’ part, Pierre yawned. Raynon was behind him so he didn’t see it.
With Theron still motionless, Raynon spoke his words to Theron from a distance. Of course, not to have a conversation, but in order to intimidate and notify.
“I’ll give you four days. Find Erina Holden. By all means. I am not merciful enough to wait for more.”
“Don’t you think it’s foolishly soft to give him 4 days?”
“Don’t keep complaining, Pierre.”
“Of course. Hey human That’s my superior. He can’t distinguish between public and private, and he’s reckless and ignorant, but I admit it. It’s better to find her before you ask with your own mouth to be killed.”
“He seems to keep cursing.”
“Eh, no way.”
Pierre took his foot off Theron’s head and walked towards Raynon.
Barely out of breath, Theron grabbed his throbbing head and looked them in the eye. The two of them quarreled over an unknown story, and in an instant, their gazes turned to him at the same time. Theron for a moment forgot how to breathe.
uneditedT/W:1. Disturbing/graphic depictions of ra**/torture/murder and a fetish for killing during non-consensual intercourse2. Graphic descriptions of sex with a purposefully unattractive character and forced an** sex ? 3. Disturbing and graphic descriptions of violent murder-ra** and necrophilia4. Blood5. Non-consensual oral sex6. Morbid conversations about murder during sexCan't We Just be Happy? 1The glass vase that had been holding the five-colored flowers just an hour ago rolled and shattered on the floor. The owner, who liked to write while smelling the flowers, had no time to worry about it even though the vase was broken.The ink spilled, staining the paper with ink, and black liquid dripping down the desk. The soles of his shoes touched the ink that had spilled and fell on the floor.Ah, I stepped on it.You're still clumsy, Mister Raynan.Raynan scratched his shoes on the floor. Unsightly footprints were left on the old-fashioned carpet. But the owner of the carpet didn't say a word to Raynan's rude behavior.Pierre lifted the chin of Theron Abitz, the mansion's owner, with his blood-drenched hands. Theron's body trembled visibly as a sticky, hot thing touched his skin.I will say it again. Where is Erina Holden?Theron gasped for breath and shook his head violently.I, I don't know, really. For real. Huhuuk Please spare me.Pierre sighed as if in trouble. Then he told his superior, Raynan, who was watching the situation from behind.You bastard, you really don't seem to know?You kill women like a meal, so you can't remember the name of a country girl, one of many women, a woman who hasn't died yet.Tears of foreseeing death flowed endlessly from his terrified eyes. The troubled young master of County Abitz, Theron Abitz, begged for his life for the first time. Also, experiencing extreme fear was an unfamiliar experience.Huk! Please, spare me, please ! Just one life.Did the other humans who died at your hand begged like you?Raynon said, rubbing his shoes on the carpet.XXX TRIGGER WARNINGTheron Abitz, who wrote to Erina Holden, was literally a pervert dealing with the grotesque and the gore. The reason he wrote a letter to Erina Holden is also simple. Seducing an ignorant country girl and to let her see the capital, he catches her and tortures her to the point of death, then r*** her when she was out of breath.Theron's sexual excitement culminates when the woman feels extreme despair and becomes a chilly corpse.XXX TRIGGER WARNING EndIt was only natural for Theron that he could not remember the name of any of the dozens of women she had killed, nor the name of Erina, whom he had never met.I'm sorry. Spare me, please.It was his only pleasure to torture women by smashing their faces with his feet. Despite being the eldest son of the family, this was the only way out of a life that was ignored and despised by his father, Kfen Abitz. The only way out that made him feel superior to someone else.However, he is now begging for his life, begging until the skin of his hands was going to be peeled off in front of a man stronger than his father.I was going to take things easy, I was just trying to find Erina Holden and go. I just couldn't get over how much the smell of blood vibrates in this house.It's useless that he says that he doesn't know Erina Holden. Take care of him, Pierre.I think the bound souls will be about twenty, but if they are freed from here today, they will probably want to go to hell.Agreed.Pierre clicked his tongue with an expressionless face, as if regretfully. Even though he said that, the message I don't know what happens to you' was stronger.Theron muttered to himself as he saw his escort knights already drenched in blood and out of breath.What a bunch of bastard! If you get out of here, your family's necks won't stay intact!'Theron clenched his teeth.If you want to live a little longer, find Erina Holden.However, when the chilling cold words fell on his head, he loosened his frown as if he had never done so, and changed to a humble posture.I'll, I'll go find her. Right now!Pierre let go of the chin he was holding. It was disgusting seeing him begging and praying with his forehead pressed to the ground and his hands above his head.Pierre, are you sure you want to keep him alive?Until we find Erina Holden.Are you crazy? That bastard is the worst of all the bad guys. The cries of the souls were deafening. Let's kill him and throw him away.It's true that he's a piece of garbage, but he specializes in finding women. It's safe to say that he has all the information about common women who people won't care if anyone captures them. So he could kidnap women from places other than the capital.Yes, yes! Just give me time Kugh!Shh, the bug should just keep its head down quietly.Pierre's foot pressed against Theron's head. It was a force that seemed to pierce the floor with his forehead.Theron, engulfed in fear, used superhuman strength to suppress the screams that erupted from his teeth despite the pain that seemed to break his head.Hmm Alright then.Raynon stretched his arms out and all the furniture in her room collapsed. Not to mention bookshelves, desks, and chairs, and even the gilded decorations on the walls and ceiling and the chandeliers with lights all fell to the floor.Baboom!As a cloud of thick dust rose, Pierre covered his nose with the back of his hand and narrowed his brow.What kind of weird thing are you doing?Is it just about like venting out anger instead?Do you think it will work out that much? Mister Raynon, your brain is pure and innocent.You seem to keep forgetting that I am your superior?Ah, please. I have so much respect for you.When talking about the respect' part, Pierre yawned. Raynon was behind him so he didn't see it.With Theron still motionless, Raynon spoke his words to Theron from a distance. Of course, not to have a conversation, but in order to intimidate and notify.I'll give you four days. Find Erina Holden. By all means. I am not merciful enough to wait for more.Don't you think it's foolishly soft to give him 4 days?Don't keep complaining, Pierre.Of course. Hey human That's my superior. He can't distinguish between public and private, and he's reckless and ignorant, but I admit it. It's better to find her before you ask with your own mouth to be killed.He seems to keep cursing.Eh, no way.Pierre took his foot off Theron's head and walked towards Raynon.Barely out of breath, Theron grabbed his throbbing head and looked them in the eye. The two of them quarreled over an unknown story, and in an instant, their gazes turned to him at the same time. Theron for a moment forgot how to breathe.
