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Sweet Revenge Of Pain

The heels of her shoes were hitting the floor, making a rhythmic beat that gave off a bad vibe.   She got to where I was and crouched down to my level. "Huh, poor baby," she said in a cry-like voice as she shook her head in self-pity and patted my head, then whispered    "Shh, don't cry; it will soon be over," she said, still gently patting my head.   She brought out a small, shiny silver knife that I hadn't noticed that she had been holding for a while.   "Clara, please stop whatever you are planning to do." I pleaded in fear and looked at her in horror as I tried to process what she intended to do with the knife.    "My, my, my, someone is scared; don't worry, I won't be too hard on you." She coaxed me and laughed like a maniac when she saw the expression on my face.   "Please, for the sake of our friendship, please stop." I begged for mercy.   "Shut! Shut the fuck up!" She punched me in the face until her hand was colored with my blood.    I was too weak to fight back as she slashed my stomach slowly and deeply, making a pathway for the blood to flow freely like a stream.   "Honey, you don't have to stain your dress. Let the guards do this," Gabriel said as he saw my blood pouring out of my stomach's hundred-meter radius.   She dipped her hand forcefully into my stomach and brought out my under-formed fetus, then used the knife to cut the placenta that connected me and my baby.    She stabbed it repeatedly without mercy while I looked on in pain and helplessness as my baby died tragically before me.    "Raven! Bring the rest now!" She ordered in her authoritative tone that she normally uses whenever she wants something done with an immediate effect.   

Ada_Miniscent · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
72 Chs

Shadows and Sacrifice

But even as he felt the pain coursing through his body, a sense of triumph surged within him. He had faced the darkness and emerged victorious, proving that even in the darkest of times, the light would always prevail.

But even as he lay battered and broken, a glimmer of hope flickered in Demion's eyes. For he knew that no matter how dark the night may seem, dawn would always come. And as long as he drew breath, he would continue to fight for the light, no matter the cost.

With a weary sigh, Demion pushed himself to his feet, his body protesting every movement. But he refused to give in to despair. For he knew that his battle was far from over and that the fate of the world still hung in the balance. And so, with a renewed sense of purpose burning in his heart, he squared his shoulders and prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that as long as he stood firm in his convictions, he would never falter.