4 Scarred Queen of Darkness (1/1)
A few days passed after the murder and she had yet to kill the old man. As the days passed her loathing only increased. She had been observing the old man and following his schedule. She needed to make him suffer for taking her most precious possessions, her only possessions.
Her purity, her dignity, her hope, and her light.
Anywhere she looked only had darkness. The world had lost the little bit of beauty it had. Her life and her world were now dark, cold empty shells. Her hands were filled with the blood of those pigs and she was clothed in suffering. The fire of fury burned her empty soul. She was the epitome of Darkness.
Those few days in which she had been observing the old man, she had seen the many obscenities and crimes he had been doing. He had raped young girls and boys alike. He had extorted from poor families and sold people as slaves and through it all he still continued happy. He destroyed lives. He destroyed HER life.
She planned the best time to commit her final most glorious act and smiled viciously.
Three days passed and the night arrived. Nicolas Green looked outside at what was supposed to be a beautiful view but all he saw was fog. The unnatural atmosphere gave him an eerie feeling but he ignored it as today he had found another good body to satisfy himself. He put away the peculiar feeling and threw all the maids out like always. He arrived at an arousing scene. He salivated as he looked at the beautiful drugged figure hastily undressing. The girl was a small time unrecognized model. She was crying and shivering from the torture she was receiving. She wanted to run out but her legs wouldn't listen to her.
From afar, the demoness was watching a familiar scene reoccurring in the same room. Her eyes showed insanity. She sneaked into the room and hid in a dark corner behind the old man waiting for the right time to act.
The model cried in despair but nobody heard her. The clock ticked by slowly as the old man neared closer step by step.
”No! NOOO! STAY AWAY FROM ME! STAY…away.. fr..from..me”, she cried desperately.
Her shrieks could be heard all around the mansion. She screamed, kicked, and turned but the results were disappointing.
All this time the spectator in hiding closed her eyes in sadness. Her eyebrows furrowed.
[Wait. It's not time yet. Just be patient.]
She hardened her heart and waited while listening to the voice crying for help, praying to anyone or anything. She had been just like her but with much less luck since she had no one to murder the old man as she was about to do.
Just as the old man threw his clothes aside, he felt a chill run down his spine as a murderous aura enveloped him. His expression changed into a frightened one in foreboding.
The model also realized this and thanked the heavens. She cried in relief as she saw the most brutal scene that could ever be witnessed. The scarred demon like face emerged behind the old man and smashed a bottle on the victims head. The girl screamed as the unconscious man fell onto the bed.
”Shut up! Weren't you about to be raped why are you screaming at your savior”
She berated the model and then smiled viciously.
”Weren't you thanking god because of me a few seconds ago? What happened? Do you want to be raped? No worries I'll get you a substitute to F**k you all night if you want. I promise he'll be good looking. Haha..ha..ha.”
The girl hastily shut her mouth and shook her head. She ran to a nearby bathroom and washed away the drug effects with cold water. When she returned, her eyes widened in terror at the scene in front of her.