Chapter Thirty Two: A Pierced Heart

This one deserves it, and it felt so good to end her life. The way she pleaded to spare her life was music to his ears, and the feeling of euphoria was truly unmistakable.

But why she deserves this barbaric death is not a simple matter to discuss, and even to his own conscious mind the underlying premise was also unclear. Suffice it to say that she was a stinking whore, immoral, insufficiently predisposed to the inherent properties of love and romance; these are more than enough qualities for him to gather enough urge to end her life, torture her to the point of inhumane means, in order to sufficiently punish her for her original sin as well as her propensity to commit more repulsive acts under the guise of good intentions.

More than anything else, she must be terribly held accountable for her multiple counts of bearing false witness to the many who preceded her and her office in this honorable See.

However, the premise for such conclusion simply needed to be clarified at a later time because the death of this woman did not send enough waves of happy hormones into his system, clearly not the same feeling when he murders those whom he identified to be criminals themselves by identifying them to be the greatest "hypocrites of the law" that ever existed.

The way he pierced the heart of this victim was a moment of triumph, especially because he did it treacherously romantic, in a moment where she was least expecting it. She was getting ready for sex, stripping herself bare, and he knew from the air of the room that this is the right time to strike. They've just met two days ago, and obviously he was her type. This is the motivated behavior that he truly likes.

Of course, she was swearing allegiance to the Scientific Council, but she was ready to break the law when she indicated her desire to have a romantic affair with him. In the last two months since he started this retribution act, there is nothing more that surprises him anymore. As always, these kind of people are classified according to his own vocabulary that defines the severity of the hypocrites of the law. By this definition alone, she is now on his hit list.

To be fair, during the first time they've kissed in that dark corner where they've met unexpectedly, he felt some genuine feeling of affection from her demeanor, albeit he wasn't sure if there were true feelings involved toward him to warrant loyalty or if it was just a lusting desire that follows the fatal attraction of the relativity of affection.

It was not incumbent upon his person to determine which one is which, and so he proceeded to passionately kiss her and give her what she wants. He doesn't care anymore, and the remaining magical particles within himself are screaming of distinct retribution beyond the reproach of ordinary feelings or emotions. She must die as passionately as she craves extreme sexual pleasure.

He made sure that she tasted him so well; not a mediocre kind of thing, but a sexual fantasy that was burning with passion. In fact, he wanted her to crave him even more while they were still doing it, give himself to her own defined pleasures, in order to spin her mind like crazy, almost to the point of borderline psychosis.

He wanter her to crave him as a drug.

She will die a happy death. Painful, but erotic.

And she will deserve every single moment of her torturous death.

Her heart will explode and will be pierced with poison.

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