“Now, you still don’t seem eager to talk...”


    “I am! Seriously, I am!” After rolling through the ground, he begged, feeling the humiliation sink into his soul even further. But how could he not do whatever she wished, when his will to live surpassed the wish to greet the grim reaper?


    “Then, will you tell me...?” Ophelia whispered in his ear after Jade pulled his head up by the rat’s nest resting on his scalp. An excruciating pain struck his body, hearing an intense buzz pierce his ear drums. “... does it hurt?”


    His gaze fell to the dirt beside him, seeing the perfectly cut ear resting on the ground, blood surrounding its figure and then on the slave, holding a sharp dagger, drops of blood falling from its body. Gilbert screamed horrified, feeling the pain far more intensely than before, tears rampaging across his cheeks, reminding him of the sense of true pain, something he’d lost long ago.


    “You fucking bitch!”


    The girl simply grinned, reaching the peak of her euphoria. That was the expression she yearned to see, to capture its essence and to seal it away in her memories alone: a mix of despair, hatred and horror as reality sunk in; the moment he knew there was no escaping death itself.


    “Bitch?” She chuckled, mocking him. “Don’t you mean... curse?”


    Feeling their victim’s soul starting to leave his body, Jade grabbed the assassin once again, forcing his body to stay still and observe. Gilbert’s eyes saw a girl standing before him but, somewhere deep down in his wicked soul he knew she was no longer human - she couldn’t be. The lack of kindness in her eyes, the curled lips that portrayed her sadistic pleasure, the shivers that darted through her nerves as if she’d reached new heights... Ophelia could only be what the rumors whispered, a fucking curse.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    “Please, please... I’ll tell you everything I know, just let me go...”


    “Are you scared?” Seeing how the man kept his eyes closed, she approached and grabbed his face forcefully. “Look at me, Gilbert Averton.”


    He didn’t want to die, after all he still had so many things to achieve, so many dreams that had been left to be fulfilled, yet he couldn’t bring himself to face her, to see the girl who would undoubtedly be his doom.


    “For every second you don’t reply...” Feeling a hint of adrenaline passing through her veins, Ophelia snatched the dagger from Jade and made a deep cut on the man’s arm. “One little friend... Two little friends...”


    Gilbert’s dirty clothes slowly began to embrace the fluids pouring out of him as he slowly felt the agglomeration of pain from each pierce of the blade in his skin. “Stop!”


    “That’s not what I asked... Nine little friends... Ten little friends...”


    “Yes! I am scared, yes!” He finally yelled and at that moment, the new pain stopped.


    With a grin spread across her lips, the girl’s cheeks were completely flushed, little volcanoes erupting in her skin as if she’d enjoyed this far too much. “Good Gilbert, good... now tell me, do you want to live?”


    Is she going to let me go...? Without understanding the reasoning behind her words, the assassin found himself dumbfounded.


    “Yes.”


    “Then let’s play a game little rat...” Her right hand cleaned the dagger onto her trousers, causing a bloodstain to sink into the fabric. “Kill me and you’re free.”