It's Showtime

*AUTHOR'S POV*

A woman's devastated wail greets Morgan as soon as he opens the door of the hospital ward.

"Ma, Pa, how's brother?" He asks as he hugs his mother, who immediately meets him with open arms. Her cry raised the helplessness and grieving atmosphere of the room.

"Morgan, your brother— Oh God, I don't know what to do if he dies." Mrs Heirden loses the strength to stand, she limply slides down from his arms, and so he quickly helps his mother to sit.

"Ma, stop crying. This will only upset Mario,', says Morgan.

Mrs Heirden sobs even more. "I won't forgive myself if he dies."

"Enough saying like that, Ma. No one will die.", his tone carries a hint of annoyance. "I'll do everything to keep him alive. I promise you that."

Morgan moves his eyes towards an old man who is sitting on the stool opposite them as he hears a sound of punching. He sees his father hitting his heart. "Pa, what are you doing? Quit it. You're hurting yourself."

"I'm punishing myself." Mr Heirden hit his heart hard, tears lingered in the old man's aging eyes, he emotionally said, "If only we were rich, my son would not have suffered like this."

"Don't blame yourself, Pa. This is not your fault.", says Morgan and frowns. "This is fate's fault."

Morgan sees how Mr Heirden clenches his fist and hits his thigh this time. He shakes his head in disagreement, and deep sadness flashes in his wrinkling face. "Forgive me Son. I know you're the one who suffered the most. I'm not a good father. I let you all suffer."

"Don't say that, Pa. We are family, we are meant to share everything. And that includes hardship.", says Morgan. He slightly pinches his mother's shoulders and utters a promise. "Don't worry, Ma, Pa. Even if I have to work 24/7, as long as my brother gets better, I will be willing. So, I want you guys to cheer up. If you two get sick as well, I really don't know how to continue fighting against this fate. Can you promise me that?"

Morgan lookes at his mother and then at his father's eyes, expecting them to agree. And he breathes out an audible sigh of relief when they both nod and quickly wipe off their tears.

"So, what are we going to do now, Son?" Mrs Heirden asks Morgan. "Mario needs an urgent operation, or else, he will die."

"I'll talk to his doctor, Ma." Morgan's eyes narrowed. "The operation must take place as soon as possible."

"But we don't have money. How—"

Morgan taps his mother's shoulders and smiles at her assuringly, "Don't worry, I'll handle the money problem. All I want from both of you is to stay healthy. I can't afford to see both of you falling sick as well."

"Where are you going to get the money? Even if you work 24/7 for two months, you can't earn $800, 000 dollars." Mr Heirden interjects. His tone is hopeless, and seems anytime soon, he is going to cry again. "That is simply a suicide on your part."

"I told you, money is not your concern. I'll have my own way. Give me a minute. I'll go talk to his doctor." Morgan kisses his mother's forehead and immediately goes to the door. 

Before he pulls the door open, someone from the outside has already pushed it open, so Morgan steps to the side to avoid the door panel hitting his nose.

When he finally gets a glimpse of their guests, Morgan gasps in surprise to see the least expected person among them to show up before him. "Ashley? Why are you here?"

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After hearing a conversation that she should not have hear in the first place, Samantha feels the need to satisfy her animalistic desire to kill.

She suddenly has the urge to suck several tanks of blood. Her hands are itching to end someone's life.

"Huh, some humans don't deserve pity. Their hearts are as evil as monsters like us." Samantha grumbles as she elegantly walks on the stone footwalk. She is heading out of the hospital to calm her nerves. She is frantically mad to the point that she can't stop herself from clenching her fists until cracking sounds of her knuckles are being heard. She had no idea why she must react like that. 

"That man is not really a nitwit, is he? He is not gonna accept that proposal. Otherwise, I'll make him regret it."

As she reaches the isolated area, with burning rage in her eyes, she suddenly disappears and teleports to an alley where she hears a female voice screaming for help. She directly pounces on the scene crowded with a group of ugly gangsters.

The group scatters like threatened rabbits. But not similar to rabbits that are trying to run away, they are simply sent flying to the ground away from the girl.

Samantha imposingly stands as she flips her long hair behind her. Anger and an oppressive aura are emitting all over her, but she doesn't go on a rampage just like she badly wanted.

When the unpleasant smell of gangsters hits her nose, she immediately carries a finger over her nostrils and scrunches up her nose, "Eww, disgusting."

Samantha eventually put her hand down when her eyes ran to the dishevelled girl lying pitifully on the ground. Her emerald eyes glow red for a short while as she notices the signs of cruelty imprinted all over her.

The girl is badly beaten all over. Her lovely white face is covered with bruises, her lips are swollen, and her clothes are completely torn, some of the fabric scatters all over the ground. Dirt all over her as well.

The girl feels her presence and opens her eyes. When their eyes lock, tears stream down from her eyes once again. 

"Sister, run.", says the girl in a whisper but Samantha could hear it clearly. Because of that, the anger inside her that was only waiting for the right opportunity to explode, slightly subsided.

A stiff smile forms on her lips, the girl's concern for her safety touches her cold heart.

A human's kindness is always Samantha's weakness, her very secret.

Instead of running away, Samantha rushes to her and crouches next to her. She grits her teeth when she sees blood between her thighs. Obviously, the girl's chastity is ruined.

"Hey you!" The man, the one who Samantha caught fucking the girl, shouts at Samantha angrily as they rise on their feet one after another, enduring the pain that their bodies just got. "Was it you who attacked us?"

Samantha doesn't reply. She is focused on the girl. "I'll take you to the hospital."

The girl shakes her head as tears keep on falling from her eyes. "Just go, leave me alone. T-they will hurt you."

"No." Samantha firmly refused. "I'll avenge you."

"Don't be silly." The girl smiled bitterly. "They are men. You-you can't beat them."

Samantha forces a smile and shushes her, "Don't speak. Listen, look into my eyes. Yes, like that, and sleep peacefully."

Through hypnotizing, the girl doesn't argue or refuse as Samantha asks her to sleep. She obediently closes her eyes and goes into a peaceful slumber.

Samantha has never hypnotized a human before, unless it is necessary, and this girl falls within the criteria of necessary. She can't let her see how she is going to handle those gangsters, to avoid traumatizing her more.

"B*tch, you'll pay the price for interrupting our good times!" The leader yells. "Brothers, get that bitch and we'll fuck her to death instead!!"

Samantha doesn't move. She waits for them to come to her and even lets them drag her away from the unconscious girl without resisting.

"Wow, she is even better looking at that weak slut earlier." The leader exclaims, lust and greed flash his eyes as he licks his lips while eye-stripping Samantha, who is pressed on the ground by the rest. "She is f*cking hot. I can't wait to f*ck her."

"Bro, when your done, let me f*ck her." One asked. "It's so hard now."

"Let me do it first," the other one said.

"No, I'm the eldest among you two. I should f*ck her first." Another one said.

The three end up arguing about who should fuck Samantha first, making the leader of them get frustrated and rewards each of them with a single punch on their faces.

"Stop arguing. Everyone can fuck her later." The leader says. "Okay? You're such a hungry f*cker!"

"Can I say something?" Samantha, who is already squatting comfortably on the ground, spoke up suddenly, attracting the gangsters' attention. As soon as they set their eyes on her, she smiled coquettishly at them. She purposely makes herself look and sound horny to look more convincing to them.  "Why argue with each other if you can f*ck me all at once?"

"What?" The gangster of four exclaims in disbelief.

"Are you playing tricks?" One of them asks.

"No, I'm serious. Do I look like I'm up to no good?" Samantha winks at them. "Besides, why choose pain if I can choose pleasure? What, are you guys afraid you can't match up with me? Don't compare me to that boring girl over there."

The leader laughs out loud. "It looks like we found a good player. Well, bitch, if you can satisfy us, I'll consider letting you go after."

Samantha shrugs. "Well, you should worry yourself. Now, strip your shorts down and stand in a row in front of me. I'll take the lead. I promise, you won't ever forget this for the rest of your lives."

"Wow, what a jackpot." They all giggle in excitement.

One by one, the four go in a row and pull their pants down. The leader stands first to the right side of Samantha.

"Great." Samantha claps as she rises on her feet, and claps her hands on her back as she approaches closer to them. She licks her lips and grimaces as her eyes run to their crotch. "Hmm, such nasty cocks." Her eyes suddenly flash red, as red as blood as her nails grow sharply behind her. "Now, it's showtime."

That being said, Samantha swings her arms in front of them, and just before they can realise what she did to them, clamors of pain escape from their mouths.

An excruciating pain surges through their nude lower part, and as they look down with trembling knees, blood spurting like fountain horrified their eyes.

Just like that, Samantha chops their genitals off and smirks creepily as if it is just a trivial thing.

"I told you, you'll never forget this night for a lifetime. Now, stay still or else… GOODBYE." Satisfied seeing the fear in their eyes, she smiles at them, spats, and walks away to rescue the girl. "Sigh, what a pathetic girl."

Samantha carries the girl like a weightless object away from that and once her presence is gone, all the boys flop on their knees and shriek pitifully for help.