Kapitel 52: You Can't Kill Her
"You.. You guys.. " Shirley walked backwards in small steps as she retreated from the large crowd in front of her. When she turned around, she gasped loudly. Bryan and Alfred were within ten steps range from where she stood. If she continues moving the way she is now, she will end up in their hands.
"What? So shocked to see me alive and well? Your buddies are waiting for you at that corner by the way. You should say hi to them considering they risked everything they had for someone like you who doesn't deserve the teeniest ounce of sympathy." Bryan stamped his thumb and index finger together to demonstrate his point.
"You betrayed me!!" Her eyes reddened and wandered around from anger and frustration. The men she had hired were supposedly listed as A level fighters. There was no way Bryan could survive without any damages! Someone must have helped him! Somebody went easy on him!
Michael switched on the lights, revealing an entire room drenched in pools of crimson red. The walls, chairs, floors, stage and every piece of furniture in the room; all splattered in red hues. Her eyes widened in shock, body covered in hive-like goosebumps and breath shortened as if it were nonexistent. She wished she could gasp for air, but it was too filthy to inhale without gagging.
With one hand, Bryan grabbed the back of her thin, long hair and dragged her to the warzone of stacked corpses. Some were disfigured, while some were staring with their eyes opened. With one shove, Shirley staggered to the floor. Raising her head with a painful hiss, she realized her lips had kissed one of the bloody corpses.
Like the burn from acid reflux, heat rose from her intestines and ravaged her throat. She choked, teared and emptied out her stomach; adding texture to the puddles of blood on the floor.
"Y..You murderer!!!" She shouted as she spat out a mouthful of yellow content.
Gripping her hair roughly between his closed fingers, Bryan tugged her hair upwards; forcing her to stand on her stained heels. "Didn't you say you didn't like the way blood smells and dead corpses look? It's time for me to teach you what respect means." He coldly demanded.
Instead of kicking her legs to make her kneel himself, he gestured Alfred to do it. Alfred smirked as he raised his foot in the air and stomped mercilessly on her legs. At the same time, Bryan waited until the last second to let go of her precious hair. Almost half the amount of hair from her scalp had been pulled out, leaving bald spots visible from behind.
"You guys can't do this to me! It's illegal!! I'll sue!" She pointed at them with her hands on her head. She had always been envious of Selina's thick, healthy hair compared to her thin, frizzy ones. Still, she would take her time combing it and apply hair treatment to it. Now, it was all ruined.
"Sue? Illegal? Ah, right. Didn't you say you were the ruler of the underworld's fiancée? Hahaha, what a joke of the century! Because I happen to be him." Bryan mocked as he gifted her a bone shattering stomp to her hand.
"You what?!!!" She slapped and punched his leg but it was useless. The bottom of his shoes collided against her soft, tender hand until he heard a crack from it. Even then, he refused to pull away and continued scraping against her broken skin.
"Let me help you define how well you fit with the term, illegal. You've schemed endless set ups, told infinite number of lies and used any methods you can think of to achieve your goals. From murdering, stealing, slandering to bribing, there are more I haven't listed out yet. I have evidence for all those, do you want to review it?" Bryan walked over to Michael and held out his palms to retrieve an item.
"Exactly, what do you want from me? Just to tell me you're the dark ruler and I lied?" Shirley glared resentfully at him with her bloodshot eyes.
"What I want is very simple. I want you to return everything back to Selina. For you to disappear and never show your ugly face in front of any of my family members. And the best way to do this is to let you have a taste of how blade piercing through your chest feels like."
Michael placed a delicately designed blade similar to the one Selina had prepared for Peter's parents onto Bryan's palm. His fingers gripped on the handle as the other hand pulled the cover out. Seeing the sharp, unused weapon in his hand, she started shaking her head relentlessly.
"What? Scared? Then you shouldn't have been such a bad mouther and spread rumors about my sister to Peter's ears. You shouldn't have lied to him and deepen their misunderstanding. While he was stupid enough to trust your bullshit, you aren't any smarter either."
Throwing the cover of the blade into Alfred's hands, Bryan slid the tip of the sharp object against her thick foundation face, neck and stopped at her chest. Just like the day he had last seen Selina with helplessness in her eyes, that bloody wound pricked his heart strings every time he thought of it.Shirley shivered in fear with tears draining out of her eyes.
"Are you fucking scared now? Then what about when you told those awful lies and pushed my sister to her suicide? You were probably laughing and smiling to your content. But her? She was hurting from physically, psychologically and mentally. You know where it hurt the most. Her heart! And I'm making you return everything you've owed her starting with this wound!"
Slowly, he pressed the tip into her chest, broke through the layers of her skin and watched blood gush out from the wound. Shirley screamed in agony while Alfred stopped her arms from moving. Once the blade had struck enough, he pulled the sharp edge out of the bloody wound. "Fucking bitch! That fucking hurts! Arghhhh!!!" She covered her crazily flowing wound and begged them to call the ambulance.
"When you thought about dismembering me...have you ever considered the pain I would have felt? And when my sister suicided from your whole scheme, did you think she would have been hurting any less than what you're feeling now? Answer to both is a no. And now, I'll tell you what reality is. Reality is nobody gives half a fuck about you."
Bryan handed the blade to Alfred. "For Selina. I'm sure my stab wasn't enough."
As soon as Alfred's arm raised in the air, Katrina barged in with heavy panting to stop him. "Don't do it! You'll kill her! You can't kill her!!!"
Crossing his arms against his chest, Bryan turned to his mother and inquired with a solemn face. "And why not when she tried killing me first? Why not kill her when she pushed Selina to death road?"
"B..B..Because.." She stuttered with her eyes rolling towards Shirley's pale expression.
Squeezing her eyes tight, she yelled out, "Because she's your real sister! Shirley is your biological sister! She's family!"
Bryan revealed a smile, "So what? Did I ever acknowledge her as my sister?"
Katrina gasped, supporting herself using the arms of the chair from behind. "Y...You knew?"
"I've known for many years already. I'm not as stupid as you take me for." He replied.
"Then.. Since you already knew, you should let her go! Forgive her!" She pleaded with her hands on his sleeves.
Smiling, he gave her the most hopeful smile she had ever seen on his face. He answered, "No."
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