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Zilena wasn't too strong physically but she managed to handle the unconscious man. She built beforehand a huge cross made of wood. She fixed his palms and feet with various nails. Of course blood spilled, staining her face and clothes. No problem, that was what she was for there, that night.
He opened his pained eyes, searching for any kind of mercy in her eyes. He smiled sadly. "You are...the...one..." Zilena said nothing. She took out her katana, admiring its silver shine. Firstly, she whipped it on him several times, ripping his clothes. Then she stabbed his arms, legs, scartched his face,mutilating him. She was going to gauge his eyes out lastly. He had to see what she was doing to him.
Zilena's next move was cutting his stomach open. He screamed in pain and agony for millionth time. His throat was ragged and his sweat was mixing with the blood covering his whole body. He begged for mercy, and begged and begged..."Shh, I'm almost done...," Zilena silenced him, putting her finger on his lips. She marveled at her masterpiece.
She introduced her hand slowly in the man's body through the cut on his belly, grabbing the first muscle she reached. She pulled it out and repeated the manuever. About twenty minutes later though, she pouted, stopping. The man was dead. After several of his internal organs have been removed, it was just natural. She struggled to open his mouth and placed the rose between his teeth. "#131st...My masterpiece." She scribbled the number on the wall with her katan dipped in blood.
Zilena looked up at the night sky, her hair dancing in the wind. She was a flawless rose and she was going to purge all the other filthy humans out there.
*: Disappear, burn the ugly me.
**:I just want to bloom like the flawless roses.
***:While I’m staring at the roses, the melody of death flows.
****:Why do these days refuse to stop like this, and turn people into something ugly?
Zilena wasn't too strong physically but she managed to handle the unconscious man. She built beforehand a huge cross made of wood. She fixed his palms and feet with various nails. Of course blood spilled, staining her face and clothes. No problem, that was what she was for there, that night.
He opened his pained eyes, searching for any kind of mercy in her eyes. He smiled sadly. "You are...the...one..." Zilena said nothing. She took out her katana, admiring its silver shine. Firstly, she whipped it on him several times, ripping his clothes. Then she stabbed his arms, legs, scartched his face,mutilating him. She was going to gauge his eyes out lastly. He had to see what she was doing to him.
Zilena's next move was cutting his stomach open. He screamed in pain and agony for millionth time. His throat was ragged and his sweat was mixing with the blood covering his whole body. He begged for mercy, and begged and begged..."Shh, I'm almost done...," Zilena silenced him, putting her finger on his lips. She marveled at her masterpiece.
She introduced her hand slowly in the man's body through the cut on his belly, grabbing the first muscle she reached. She pulled it out and repeated the manuever. About twenty minutes later though, she pouted, stopping. The man was dead. After several of his internal organs have been removed, it was just natural. She struggled to open his mouth and placed the rose between his teeth. "#131st...My masterpiece." She scribbled the number on the wall with her katan dipped in blood.
Zilena looked up at the night sky, her hair dancing in the wind. She was a flawless rose and she was going to purge all the other filthy humans out there.
*: Disappear, burn the ugly me.
**:I just want to bloom like the flawless roses.
***:While I’m staring at the roses, the melody of death flows.
****:Why do these days refuse to stop like this, and turn people into something ugly?
