[GIRL'S POV]

"ARGHHHH—GAHH"

BAM

Amidst the man's agonised screams, a mysterious figure materialised in the chamber, clad in black from head to toe.

With a swift motion, the figure forcefully slammed the fat man's face onto the stone floor, halting his cries momentarily.

"Where do you think you're going, you wretched swine?" The figure's honeyed voice carried a chilling undertone.

I couldn't take my eyes off the mysterious figure, who is dressed entirely in black with a masked face, but it was the hands that really caught my attention - they were beautiful pure white and incredibly smooth.

The figure bent and took out the daggers that were stabbing the pig's hands and the blood started to gush out of the fat man's hands.

Despite his efforts to squeal, the man's voice came out muffled due to his face being pressed against the floor.

The black-clad figure then took the bloodied dagger and, with a swift motion, cut open a small wound on their dainty finger.

Deep, dark blood began to trickle from the wound. With another of their silky hands, the figure grasped the fat pig's dirty hair and forced his mouth open.

A single drop of blood fell into the pig's mouth, his face already disfigured and bloodied from the impact against the floor and his clothes now stained with his own blood..

SIZZLE!

What was even more jaw-dropping was that after the sizzling sound, the black figure's fingers returned to normal as if the cut had never existed.

"What..ThE..hEll..diD..you.FeeD..mE?"

The fat man managed to choke out through the pain, his already battered face contorting further in agony, his complexion turning an alarming shade of blue.

"Nothing much, just a little bit of my poisonous blood.

Soon, it will seep into your nervous system, triggering excruciating pain and seizures and in about 10 minutes, you'll die a rather unpleasant death, unable to even scream,"

the figure replied casually, as if discussing the weather.

"But don't fret too much, my dear friend even if you are thrash, I happen to have the antidote right here,"

The black-clad figure continued, in a mocking manner as they brandished a small glass container containing the antidote.

The fat man's expression twisted even further in horror at the revelation.

"WHat..dO..You..waNt..I..Can..gIve..You..AnyThiNg..buT..please..sPAre.....mY..LiFe!"

The fat man pleaded for his life struggling to say the words.

"Okay, tell me the location of all your secret vaults and their keys, along with the keys to these cages that have locked all the girls, and I promise I will give you the antidote.

And don't even think of lying to me; the longer you delay, the closer you get to death. So, hurry up," the figure commanded the fat man, their voice dripping with menace.

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With each passing second, the fat man's condition deteriorated further, the pain becoming unbearable. Through gritted teeth, he divulged the locations of the secret vaults and handed over the keys to the cages holding the girls.

Returning after securing the loot, the figure tossed the vial of antidote to the fat man. With his trembling stabbed hand and a desperate need for relief, the fat man consumed the antidote, his complexion gradually returning to normal.

But as the effects of the antidote kicked in, a sinister grin spread across the fat man's face, hinting at darker intentions to come.

"You moth#r fu@ker just you wait, the guards are already on their way to this chamber as I speak because I have already triggered the alarm hidden in my pocket.

I will cut your hands in a more gruesome way and feed your body to the danger beasts."

The fat man's voice echoed with fury, spittle flying from his mouth as he threatened the black-clad figure, his face turning red with rage.

'.......'

But even after a few minutes not even a single bug came out of the chamber's entrance and silence prevailed inside the room.

"Ha haha hahaha!!"

After a few minutes, the figure clad in black began to shake with laughter, a melodious sound echoing through the chamber.

With each chuckle, their shoulders trembled, and the laughter grew louder, filling the room with an otherworldly echo.

The fat man's eyes widened in panic as he fumbled to draw a revolver from his pocket, his injured hands straining to grip the weapon.

With a desperate effort, he pulled the trigger, the gunshots reverberating through the chamber.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Some of his shots missed their mark, but others found their target, striking the figure with deadly accuracy.

TAP TAP

"But... but... how is this possible? How can you move!!?" The fat man stammered, his voice trembling with fear as the figure continued to advance, seemingly unaffected by the barrage of bullets.

The figure's laughter echoed through the chamber, chilling the fat man to his core. "Did you really think mere bullets could stop me?"

The fat man's eyes widened in disbelief as the figure revealed the grim truth. "Your guards were no match for me with their fancy guns. So, I disposed of them easily, leaving nothing but broken skulls."

The figure drew closer, their height now dwarfing the fat man's, and a malicious glint sparkled in their eyes.

"Surprise, you pathetic fool," The figure whispered but their voice still echoed throughout the chamber dripping with menace.

As the figure approached the fat man's ear, their voice rang out clearly in the chamber, causing the colour to drain from the pig's face, even with the revolver still in his grasp.

"Why are you doing this to me? Did I harm your family, prompting this revenge, you bastard? Or are you one of those Revolutionary bastards destroying slave markets?"

The fat man's breath hitched as he posed his questions.

"A mix of no and yes. No, you did nothing to me or my family, so there's no personal vendetta against you here. However, the people you work for are another matter.

Yes, I was sent from the Revolutionary Army to deal with you, but I also have a mutually beneficial relationship with them,"

The figure responded without a trace of fear, despite the gun pointed at their head.

The man stood still for few seconds and asked again.

"Just answer me one last question: why did you even give me the antidote after obtaining all the information?"

The fat man's voice trembled with fear, yet he still sought an explanation for the unexpected act of mercy.

"Hmm, let's see. First of all, I made a promise to you, and I take my promises very seriously," the figure replied bluntly to which the fat man's face transformed of bewilderment.

"You're making a grave mistake. This establishment is supported by the Empire's higher-ups, and they will hunt you down and kill you mercilessly. Let me lend you a hand, and you can work for me. I'll grant you anything you desire,"

the fat man said with trembling voice, making a final attempt to dissuade the figure from ending his life.

"There are two more reasons I gave you the antidote. You see, I have personal business with the Empire's higher-ups, and as their lap dog, you should have some of the information that I need.

And also Instead of making me an offer, I have a more suitable proposition for you. You'll answer my questions about the Empire and this pill. Where the hell did you get this pill, you bastard?"

As the figure spoke, the air in the room seemed to grow colder, and an icy chill settled over the chamber.

With deliberate precision, the figure revealed a blood-red pill with silver lining at the edges, holding it before the fat man's trembling gaze.

The man attempted to fire the gun, but the figure crushed it with bare hands and dragged the fat man to a separate room, out of my sight but within earshot.

"ARGHHHHHHHH!!!!"

I could only listen to the horrific screams echoing from the room as the figure seemed to torture him for hours.