2 Betrayal

Aska looked carelessly at a man who wanted to get as far away from the dagger as possible, but could not.

"Eh... Come on, Mark... It won't be long at all. One blow and that's it... There's no more pain. Don't make me wait too long."

Mark's brown eyes, narrowed in terror. With a trembling hand, he lifted the dagger. He reflected the light, hitting his eyes, causing an already troubled mind to raise a wave of anxiety.

All he could do now was to end his life or stay in this terrible situation.

The first one was suicide. It's not a bad option, at least not in this situation. Like Asuka said, no more pain.

The second is murder. Although it doesn't say it's painless, but of all the torture and nothing. Why else would you do that if there was no result? To make a change of scenery. From a dark, cold and damp dungeon, we have to move to the balcony in the heat of May. And there's also a moment. He'll die at her hands, which is her victory and his total defeat.

But these two choices, one way or another, lead to one, death.

But despite these two options, he hopes there would be a third. Escape or leave. Where to go with those legs, though? Unless it's to the grave he's close to.

He has no choice at all. He's known clearly since they were caught three days ago, that's when his life ended.

So, yes... Suicide is purer from his psychology.

Gather your lost spirit, Mark held the dagger gently.

He's the one who's gonna take his 26th life. Two finger sirens, 14.5 centimeters long, very thin. The hard plastic handle didn't fit well in his palm.

His eyes were no longer paying attention to the repulsive light, but just sat on the blade as if he could see how many like him had killed...

The clock was ticking. Aska was watching Mark's emotions change. At first, his eyes were narrowed in terror. A little later he began to doubt letting himself fall into contemplation. Then it was as if his eyes had found their way back to normal, but they only contained sadness, and some madness. Maybe it's true that before you die you regret everything.

'Ah! Is he going to live after all? Although that's not very likely. I think he'll kill himself and let go of this case.

Mark squeezed the dagger harder and yanked his hand sharply towards his comrade. His body experienced a severe shock, giving back the iron flavor in his mouth. But not only did his body hurt, but his heart also hurt.

A comrade with whom he had known for three years could die in his hands. His name is John, a handsome young man. He should be 21 in two weeks. His hair is blond and he has brown eyes.

But the important thing is that he can 'die at his hands.

Sharply turning his body, John fell on his back, but still got hurt. It's not long or deep, just above his left kidney diagonally left to right.

But that's not the point at all. His body had already received too many wounds and beatings during the torture and his mind had suffered severe damage. But then an old friend of his gave him a 'knife in the back', in his case a side. And his heart hurts. This betrayal leaves deeper wounds in his heart and soul, pouring them with a bitter, unpleasant flavour that will eventually stop lying and be like an unbreakable wall.

Let no one in the heart.

The men standing next to him were surprised by Mark's betrayal.

Mark was considered one of the most loyal to the boss, but he attacked them.

"Ah! I'm gonna watch the drama of dog blood today. "

Quietly muttering under her nose, Aska drank a little more, and followed the drama closely.

All she needed was pop food. Preferably a big package.