“Nobody is coming to save you.” Nathanial coldly spat, his hands tightly intertwined while he stared at the bloodied body of the girl in front of him.


    Her orange eyes seemed to be hopping around from place to place, haphazardly so. They would never stay in one place for very long, a terrified expression splayed across her broken countenance.


    “You’re a murderer like me. In fact, they might already know. Otherwise, why would they be distancing themselves from you? Romance? Please, they still could have made time for you. They just wanted to rid themselves of you.” He confidently stated, as if there was no chance of him being wrong.


    “Even the crazy guy agrees with me~!”Several black figures simultaneously spoke, each donning the figure of Mikhail’s dead body.


    “They’ll still accept me... They have to...” The small, orange-haired girl croaked out, her voice broken from all the screaming she’d done prior.


    The blonde broke out into a fit of laughter before speaking, “I don’t know about Aaron, but you’d be remiss to think that of Lia. I know that girl very well. She’s a sly one. Just the same type of person I am. She’s just using Aaron for her own purposes. Who knows? She might even be doing the same thing I’m doing to you now to him! Love? Don’t make me laugh!”


    A scream erupted to the left of Chloe, causing her to quickly look towards its origin. An expression of disbelief spread across her face as tears started to pour down her already tear-stained face.


    Two familiar black figures, one sitting atop the other, were present. The one lying on the ground had green eyes and was futilely attempting to push the other of his body.


    The second figure had long black hair with red eyes and was holding a knife that had been lodged into the green-eyed figure’s body, a grin blooming upon her countenance.


    He was currently loudly wailing, tears running down his face as the knife was driven further and further into his stomach. A red liquid started to leak from his fresh wound, making a large puddle on the floor.


    “Ahahahahahah! You really thought that I’d love a peasant like you? You must be fucking delusional!” The red-eyed feminine figure laughed, pulling out the knife and plunging it back into his body, creating several new wounds.


    The male’s outstretched hand suddenly fell to the ground, his features growing dull alongside the halting of his breathing.


    Chloe let out a loud wail at the sight of Aaron’s final moments, attempting as she to rush over to Aaron’s side but being stopped by the leather belts that let out a loud creaking noise under the strain.


    But that didn’t stop the woman from continuing to stab the poor boy’s body, manically laughing all the while.


    Nathanial looked at her actions and continued speaking, a grin splayed across his face.


    “We of the upper class would never mix with you filth if there was nothing to benefit from. Especially with a murderer like you. Face it, Chloe. There’s nobody that will stay by your side anymore. It would be easier just to die here.” He smugly stated.


    Looking towards her broken appearance, Nathanial reminisced about the largest injury he’d given to her, or rather she’d given herself.


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    “No matter how long you keep me down here, nothing will change! I’m not a stranger to pain!” The small, orange-haired girl growled, tugging against her restraints with all her strength.


    The blonde opposite her frowned and pondered his next course of action.


    “She’s been awake for three days straight; combined with the lack of food and daily torture, this should have been enough to break her will! What the hell do I do next?” Nathanial distressfully pondered.


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    Chloe bit her lips in anger before speaking once again, “You’re just a cowardly and weak boy who can’t do anything without the help of a few ropes and drugs. You call me a leach to society, but what good do you bring? You murder those below you for your own enjoyment; how does that make you better than me? Out of the two of us, you’re the real leach!”


    Nathanial’s face exploded with rage, his eyes piercing towards Chloe’s orange orbs as a stitched-together black figure who sat on the floor next to him spoke.


    “Hahahaha, she’s right, you know! Just like when you got kidnapped with by your uncle! You’re just weak, Leach! Useless good for nothing!” It gurgled, slapping its broken hand against its shrivelled thighs as if it were enjoying a good TV program.


    “SHUT UP! Don’t you dare speak to me in such a way! As If someone of high birth such as I could be a “Leach”!” He unconsciously screamed out.


    Hearing Chloe’s words, unwanted memories resurfaced. Being kidnapped, beaten into a near-death state, and worst of all, nearly being forced to gouge his own eye out.


    Looking over towards the raging girl and then back to his phone, which had a file loaded up containing all of her information, Nathanial slowly made up a plan.


    A small laugh came from the boy’s mouth, followed by a series of chuckles and then turning into a full-blown maniacal laughing spree.


    “Say... How easy do you think it was for me to kidnap you? A peasant such as yourself?” He questioned, supporting his chin with his left hand as he awaited her response.


    Chloe’s bloodshot eyes that had been dancing all over the room focused on the blonde in front of him, giving him the silent treatment whilst fiercely starring at him.


    “Even if I were to be captured, my high-class background would serve as a shield for me! I doubt I’d even get the death sentence using the best lawyers as my defence! So, who’s to say if the next person after you I target is that other peasant friend of yours? What was his name again? Aaron?” He chuckled, pointing the knife towards his throat and playfully doing a slitting motion with it.


    Chloe’s angry expression turned into one of worry as she quickly spoke, “Don’t you fucking touch him! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!”


    All emotion drained from Nathanial’s countenance as he coldly spat, “Stab yourself in the eye. I don’t care which one it is. That’s the price you’ll pay for calling me a “Leach.” Either that or I’ll kill that peasant friend of yours.”


    “Wha... What... Stab myself? Or you’ll kill Aaron? Eh?” Chloe confusedly blurted out, her mouth wide open in shock.


    Her reaction made the blonde laugh a bit, but his face quickly turned serious once again.


    “I’ll give you ten seconds to decide.” He spat.


    “Eh? Ten seconds? That’s not en...”


    “9”


    “I don’t want to stab myse...”


    “8”


    “If Aaron dies, I...”


    “7”


    “You’ll let him die to save yourself?”


    “6”


    “I don’t want him to die!”


    “5”


    “Come on! Act like the cold-blooded murderer you are!”


    “4”


    “Choose Aaron’s death!”


    “3”


    “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”


    “2”


    “If he dies, who else will I have?”


    “1”


    “Lea?”


    “Times up! Which do you choose?” Nathanial chuckled, intrigued to see which she’d pick.


    Chloe’s orange bangs covered her expression as she hatefully stared towards the blonde before responding, “Gimmie the knife.”


    Sapphire orbs squinted towards the girl as a smile bloomed upon his countenance, slowly moving over towards Chloe.


    Unlocking only the leather belt that constricted her right hand and arm, he passed over the small knife to the injured girl.


    Looking towards the knife and then the tall blonde who stood not too far away, Chloe toyed with the idea of throwing it at him but dismissed it as she thought that dealing a fatal blow would be impossible.


    Enraging him even more might cost her another eye.


    The small girl was already acquainted with this blade; the blade end had been completely covered in her own dried blood. Gripping it with her trembling right hand, she hovered her hand level with her left eye.


    “You deserve this. Should’ve killed yourself years ago! There is nothing but misery in stock for you!” Multiple black figures chuckled in harmony, blocking her line of sight of Nathanial.


    Green rain started to pour once again, metallic tings reverberating off the weapon as the raindrops hit it, causing Chloe’s hand to shake from the force of water.


    “I can’t afford to let Aaron die. Lea... she took Aaron away, didn’t she? Aaron is the only one who understands me. I can’t afford to let him die.” Chloe convinced herself.


    “Do it! Or I’ll kill your peasant friend! This is what you get by disobeying those who are higher class than you!” Nathanial roared


    The last image the orange-haired girl would see with her left eye would be that of a crimson-red city with neon green rain pouring down upon her.


    Multiple black monsters that surrounded her in the middle of an intersection, another blonde monster standing close behind them.


    And a trembling and bloodied hand that drove a sharp crimson knife into her own orange orb.