“So this is the end, isn’t it?” I murmured to myself as I gazed at the dark ceiling, panting with a knife lodged in my abdomen.

“Damn it!” I screamed through my pain, my voice echoing off the cold stone walls of the dark cave.The sharp sting of the knife pierced through me, sending waves of agony through my body. Each breath I took felt like fire in my lungs.

"A knife? Is this how I’m going to die? Stabbed by a poisoned knife? This is really pathetic!” The thought raced through my mind, mingling with the desperation and anger that consumed me. Despite my best efforts, I was still helpless, lying defenseless on the cold stone ground. Like an idiot.

“Hey,” a whisper echoed in my ears, cutting through the haze of my pain and confusion.

“I warned you didn’t I?” the whisperer added their voice dripping with malice. “Lying here so helplessly, drowning in your blood, just looking so pathetic. Tsk tsk tsk... After being so arrogant with me, look at you right now,” He burst into laughter.

His annoying laugh echoed all over the empty cave.

“What? Why are you so quiet? Did the cat eat your tongue? Or are you ashamed that you’re stuck in here on the brink of death?” He said again in a sarcastic tone.

“Would you shut up?! SHUT UP” I screamed as I felt the blood boiling inside me.

“Humm shut up.. But why would I shut up? This is actually really fun. Seeing you like this, dying in front of me. You just really deserve this you know . I told you before you’re pure evil. All the things that you’ve done and the blood you shed, this is simply the consequences of your actions,” He said as he approached me and kneeled to look at my face.

“Oh what a shame, for a beauty like you to rot in this humid, disgusting cave,” He added, brushing my face with his finger.

“Get your disgusting finger off of my face! Don’t you dare touch me again, you filthy monster!” I said to him as I glared right into his eyes.

He paused, looked at me for a while, and out of nowhere; he let out a hysterical laugh as he suddenly disappeared, then reappeared floating in the air directly above me. His body facing mine, His face drew closer and closer until his nose touched my nose. He looked right into my eyes, with a fiery burning gaze sending shivers down my spine.

“Me? A monster?” He said with a calm, eerie voice. “How dare you call me a monster? You, out of all people? The woman who killed thousands of people? You, who always stood on every battlefield you went to, drenched in blood, with bodies piling all around you?” He snorted.

“Did you forget your infamous nickname? ‘The soul reaper’ he burst in laughter . “You’re the one who was born with a rotten heart and soul, so don’t you dare call me a monster! Stop denying your dark side you poor girl, stop rejecting the real you, YOU ARE the only monster in here Ellara and there’s no denying that.”

His words echoed in my ears; my head started throbbing and an excruciating pain surged through my body.

"I'm a monster, I can't deny it," I whispered to myself, the truth cutting through me like a knife. The urges that drive me, the thrill I feel when I shed blood, the sense of relief—it's all there, festering inside me. But even though I know this, why do his words hurt so much? Despite all the horrible things I've done, why do I feel like I'm the victim instead? Why do I feel wronged? Is it because he called me evil? Or do I perhaps consider myself a good person? Am I really perceived as evil by others, despite everything I've been through?

The questions swirl in my mind, tormenting me with their unanswered weight.

“Woah missy, take it easy. You’re losing a lot of blood already. You can’t afford to lose even more.” He said sarcastically. “Plus, are you pointing out that you’re some kind of a victim?” He started laughing

"Ellara, Ellara, Ellara..." His voice dripped with derision as he repeated my name. "My dear Ellara, I can't believe you're feeling sorry for yourself. Do you truly think you're a victim here? You're no victim in this scenario," he scoffed, disappearing and reappearing beside the wall to my right. With a sigh, he lamented, "This is getting tedious, watching you wilt and succumb to death, utterly dull," rolling his eyes in exasperation and he leaned his body against the wall.

"Shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" My voice cracked with desperation as I screamed, the words echoing off the walls of the cave. "If this is boring you so much, then why won't you leave me alone? Why do you insist on tormenting me, even though I know you're not even real?!" I yelled, gasping for breath. I tried to steady myself as I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

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"Not real? Are you still denying reality?" His laughter cut through the air. “You’re still going about that? You can't escape from me, Ellara. I'm as real as the pain you're feeling right now." His words dripped with malice, each syllable a reminder of my weakness. "Don’t you get it yet? Don’t you get who am I? After all this time?! Wow, I never thought that you’re this foolish, well maybe you are indeed foolish, I mean look at you right now, So weak and feeble ” He burst in laughter, Looking at me like I was some kind of a pathetic injured animal, making fun of me with his fixated gaze.

“Get the hell out of my face! I’m sick and tired of you and of your arrogant, annoying behavior! I don’t.. aghhhh,” I gasped, holding my abdomen as the pain kept on rising. Feeling the knife penetrate deeper and pierce through me.

"Darn it! I can't pull this damn knife out! It'll just make me bleed even more, and I can't move anyway. My legs... I can't feel them, I can't move them. Is it the poison? What kind of poison is this? I'm losing my senses, and my vision... it's getting blurry," I muttered through clenched teeth, frustration and anger coursing through me.

"Ah..." He sighed mockingly. "The great Ellara Ashbourne, brought low by a mere knife wound. How the mighty have fallen," he snickered, his tone filled with disdain.

"I'm infuriated!" My anger surged, a throbbing ache pulsating in my head. Ignoring his infuriating comment, I thought to myself, "If only I could kill him!" The mere idea was aggravating, adding fuel to the fire of my frustration.

A poisonous knife stabbing me? The great Ellara Ashbourne? This is quite embarrassing for someone of my caliber.

"Ahh .. maybe I should just give up and accept it," I murmured to myself, the weariness seeping into my bones. Each breath felt heavier, the desire to surrender growing stronger with each passing moment. "I'm so tired," I admitted, the thought of simply fading away becoming more and more appealing by the second.

"Just let go... disappear into nothingness," I thought, longing for the sweet relief of death.

“So you’re finally giving up?” He approached me and kneeled closely, whispering in my ears, feeling his hot breath tickling them.

“Are you going to leave him alive? After all that he’s done to you? You’re going to let him roam freely, enjoying his life after betraying you like that?” He added as he stroked my hair. “Poor Ellara, trusting a mere man after living all your life trying to not trust anyone... And the moment you did.. He betrayed you and crushed you like you’re nothing. I hate to say that I told you so, but I did warn you. I told you that you can’t trust anyone but yourself, that he was playing you.“ He said in an unexpected sweet voice.

"Indeed... I am a fool." I whispered into the darkness of the cave, my voice trembling with emotion. "A fool for trusting a man, for loving him." Each word felt like a dagger, reopening old wounds that refused to heal.

"I tried to believe in love, but look at me now," I continued, bitterness lacing my words.

"Stabbed, bleeding, with this guy whispering like the devil in my ears. The uncertainty of his existence gnawed at me, a constant source of torment. Is he real or just a figment of my imagination?" I pondered aloud, the lines between reality and illusion blurring in my fractured mind.

"He's a mystery," I admitted, frustration simmering beneath the surface. "Appearing out of nowhere, haunting me like a shadow."

The memories of betrayal flooded back, raw and unyielding.

"But he was right about one thing! He was right about not trusting you! The man who ruined me. YOU completely ruined me," I said, my voice trembling with rage.

"I regret not ending you when I had the chance." The bitterness of betrayal lingered, a bitter reminder of my own naivety.

"Why did I believe you, even when you destroyed everything I cared about?" The questions hung in the air, unanswered and haunting.

"How desperate was I for your love?How embarrassing..." I scoffed bitterly, the irony not lost on me. "Didn't I mock people who succumbed to this foolish notion of 'love'?" The words tasted like ash on my tongue, a cruel reminder of my own hypocrisy.

"Yeah, that's it," he whispered, his voice a sinister echo in the darkness. "Feel the pain. Let the anger consume you." His words were like poison, fueling the flames of my rage. "He left you behind, he betrayed your trust," he hissed, each syllable dripping with venom. "He's the one who deserves to die, not you." His touch was like ice against my skin as he stroked my hair, his fingers a chilling reminder of the darkness that threatened to engulf me. "Drown deeper in your darkness," he urged, his voice a haunting refrain in my ears. "Just let it out."

“Yeah.. This isn't the end. I won’t let it end this way. I won’t die here alone and let him live a happy life. I’ll make him suffer! I’ll make him pay! I’ll make him grovel at my feet and beg for my mercy! I’M COMING FOR YOU!” I said as a scream, filled with the rage that coursed through me, erupted from deep within.

“That’s my girl” ‘He said as he kneeled to print a kiss on my forehead.