Chapitre 59: Chapter 58.
I lacked any sort of control over the body I was in and it acted on its own against my will. The scene inside the room slowly inched its way into my line of sight. My vision, initially blurred, focused and I discovered a woman on top of a bed. She had long wavy black hair and she looked to be in her mid twenties. Her hair draped down behind her as it bounced up and down wildly in rhythm with her lewd movements atop the bed. Portions of her porcelain, pure white, unblemished back, were momentarily revealed in a synchronized manner with every move she made. However, despite her perfection, there was one slight mark that stood out. An area of her neck was slightly darkened and there was a tinted imprint around her neck in the shape of a hand.
She was positioned on top of the bed; her legs formed a seductive W. She faced in direction opposite to the door that we'd peeked through. Underneath her, between her legs, I saw two masculine legs locked in place between her upper thighs. It naturally didn't take long for me to register what I'd witnessed. The body of the child I was in seemingly lacked in understanding towards the act; instead of the child averting their eyes, the child quietly watched on in pure curiosity, completely unaware of the significance of the act behind the door.
The woman on the bed continued without stopping to rest, she wildly bounced up and down and let out seductive heated breaths in rhythm to her movements with both hands pressed forward firmly against the man's chest. It went on for a few minutes until the man shouted out.
"Shit, you've gotten too good. I'm already about to- Ah!"
At that moment, the man's body spasmed uncontrollably, it signaled he'd reached his climax. The woman on top of him similarly leaned forward, her legs convulsed together tightly as her luscious thighs dug deep into his waist. Her chest pressed against his as he wrapped his arms around her upper back pressing their bodies firmly together.
It seems the child I'd observed this rather intriguing scientific endeavor through didn't notice anything strange, but I was no virgin and I immediately noticed something particularly unusual was astir. The woman, although clearly in the middle of an orgasm, simultaneously extended her right hand towards the desk at the side of the bed. She had secretly pulled out an object from inside one of the drawers.
While the man was still in the middle of release, she abruptly pulled away from him strongly and swung down with the item she'd taken from inside the drawer. When I understood what it was, it was far too late to stop her. A knife had plunged itself deep into the man's chest; however, the woman didn't stop there. She pulled it back upwards with both hands and repeatedly gouged into his body with sheer madness, all the while, the child watched the spectacle unfold in horror and confusion. Blood flew about the room dying the sheets crimson. Drops of blood reached as high up as the ceiling and was flung out as far as the four walls that caged the shockingly violent scene.
The white candle on the desk that provided illumination to the room was similarly painted a deep shade of red. Her two arms, time and time again, sunk down only to rise up shortly after. The agonizing wails of the man butchered in cold blood resounded loudly and echoed through the encapsulated space. Like a pig, he was slaughtered endlessly until his cries for forgiveness inevitably died out. The violent struggle he'd initially put up by flailing and kicking with his arms and legs ended in a sense of despairing futility. He was unable to push her away and his death throes inevitably ceased along with his pleas for mercy.
The only thing that remained in that bloody scene of carnage was a woman covered from head to toe in blood, panting and clearly exhausted of all the strength in her body from the violent struggle. Several minutes passed by in a completely hollowed out silence. The odor of death leaked out from the room ever so slightly. The child stood there locked to the horrific sight within the small gap. She merely looked on, petrified, unable to move an inch from the gap between the slightly ajar door.
When the woman on the bed recovered her breath, I heard a small chuckle. That small chuckle gradually changed from nearly inaudible, to a light laughter, then eventually crescendoed to the level of deranged; filled with madness and utter insanity. When I viewed her from behind, in my perspective, she appeared broken and lost.
However, that was definitely not the same view the child I'd observed everything from saw her as. I could tell the child felt a sense of boundless despair, like her entire life had been broken at that very moment. She trembled uncontrollably, tears clouded our vision, and the scene became a blurry mess. She did her utmost to stifle her emotions and force herself to not cry out loudly. I felt the deeply rooted pain that pervaded her heart as it was torn into two separate pieces.
All the while, the woman on the bed raised her head up high to the ceiling and let out her maniacal laughter at the top of her lungs. She pressed the side of the knife's hilt against her cheek in her right hand. Without any warning, the woman suddenly changed from hysterical laughter to a heart wrenching painful wail filled with an unending agonizing remorse.
Her emotions were chaotic and completely unstable. The woman on the bed was drowning in the clash between all the conflicting emotions she'd experienced in that one moment. What those feelings were, not even I had the slightest idea, let alone the innocent child that had watched powerlessly as everything unfolded before her eyes.
The child, unable to stay still any longer, pulled away from the door, but in the process she accidentally knocked the door slightly with her finger which creaked it open ever so slightly. The creak of the door startled the woman on the bed and she instantaneously jerked her body in the doors direction. When she did so, the knife in her right hand flew directly outwards from her in the direction right above the child's head. The knife flew straight out the door, rotating in the air and the hilt of the knife hit the wall behind the child before it fell to the ground.
The child who was terrified by the unbelievable sequence of events fell backwards and landed on her bottom. The woman on the bed looked on with wide open eyes when she noticed the child who'd witnessed all the events that transpired.
The child had a deeply traumatized expression on her face with a clear lack of comprehension.
"Why are you here?" The woman on the bed shakily asked with a deep sense of guilt and heartache visible on her face.
The child slightly shook her head left and right and barely stuttered out as tears flowed down her cheeks, "D-d-daddy?"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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