The pops didn't do anything. He threw his face away, silently giving approval to do as I pleased to his daughter, Marny.
People had different ways to survive. Maybe being punished for one's fault was the way of this place. And the old man made a decision to let me punish this girl.
"There was once a person who tried to use me like what you did," I spoke in a calm voice, but it escaped my mouth in a low tone that sounded straight from hell. "Did you know what happened to her?"
"N-No… I-I don't know." Marny shook her head fast, answering me with a stuttering voice. "I-I don't know." She repeated.
"Hmm, you don't know," I mumbled in a troubling tone. It was loud enough for her to hear.
At that moment, Marny raised her pale face and answered in a hurry, "S-She was killed three times!"