CH-88 first Revenge[End]

Amelia and I reached into the secret basement, we were surrounded by an array of torture tools.

At first, I paid little attention to their presence, my mind preoccupied with other thoughts. However, my gaze was quickly drawn to Trump, and I felt a surge of anger.

In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to loose my fury upon him, to feel his bones crack with my fists and let him fucked by many.

But I controlled myself, knowing that such violence would make me no better than those I despised for now.

The others in the room turned to look at me when I called out to them. I subconsciously had grabbed Amelia's hand tightly on my own.

—Crack!

The sound of shattering bones echoed through the air.

I knew in that instant that something irreversible had occurred, feeling my heart drop from heavens to earth.

Amelia whispered, her grip on my hand unwavering. "It'll mend in time."

There was lightness in my feelings, as I pulled a chair closer, sinking into it before our captors.

My eyes locked onto their faces, searching for answers in the shadows of this clandestine basement.

"Who are you? Why have you brought us here?"

My gaze drove to the image of Trump, and a sardonic smile played at the corners of my mouth.

His very presence, even in our first meeting, grated on my last nerve.

A primal wish jerked me —a desire to tear his very essence from that repulsive shell he called a body and offer it as a feast to the darkest entities of the underworld.

'Calm down!' I looked at a hammer hanging on the wall, and looked at a boy, who also touched Mia's body in an inappropriate way before only Trump forced on her.

"Teeheehee!" I giggled like a deranged pixie as I pranced over to grab the hammer.

This wasn't just any hammer - it was the Mjölnir of garden gnomes, this tool so comically oversized it could have been swiped from Paul Bunyan's toolbelt.

Armed with my ridiculous weapon, I planted myself in front of the unfortunate lad.

"Ami, darling." I twirled the hammer like a baton, "Are you absolutely certain you want to stick around? I'm about to go full 'Looney Tunes meets Saw' until my thirst for vengeance is quenched.

"Don't sweat it." Amelia, bless her heart, just shrugged as if I'd asked if she wanted fries with that, taking a casual step back.

"I have seen things that will make Stephen King reach for his teddy bear."

"Well, alrighty then!" I thought, cackling internally. Time to let her witness the full glory of my unhinged alter ego.

If this little display sent her running for the hills, then clearly we weren't meant to be partners in crime - or anything else, for that matter.

That boy named Harsh looked at me with fear and started asking what he had done with me.

"Farewell, Old fucker!" But I raised my hammer and slapped him with it.

His chair broke and fell into the ground and I started slamming my target with a hammer into his body like head, chest, legs and limbs until the meat gumed into the ground.

Everyone screamed but I ignored all of them. Next forward hours, I killed everyone the same way, Except Trump who still doesn't remember me.

"It is funny how you forget me."

I smiled at him, his expression paled white seeing the seeing and flesh on earth, Cause his body also shivered.

"... W-What do you want?" Trump asked with a trembling voice.

"Your life." I grabbed his jaw, and twisted my hand with roughness, greater his jaw from the join point.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He screamed and I felt the pleasure even greater than sex with Amelia… Ahem

"The truth is, you don't need to know my name." My expression remained inscrutable.

I forcefully secured the helmet onto his head, and as the electric current surged through his body, his features contorted in agony, also cutted his gland.

"Argh hhhhhhhhh!"

I intensified the voltage until the notification confirmed his death in my brain.

As for Trump, he met his end, and I have no desire for him to learn my name or Mia's.

He is nothing more than a repugnant rapist. Even with having numerous torture scenarios in mind, I didn't executing them — I am simply mentally exhausted..

"Haaa!" I flopped into my chair, eyes squeezed shut.

If this were my personal vendetta, I'd climb up new level the cruelty, maybe throw in a dramatic monologue. But hey, this'll do. All these folks—my XP farm, my naive reality game.

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Name ➔ Iris Hope

Race ➔ Human

Bloodline ➔ Fox progenitor(Error)

CR(Cultivation realms) ➔ Harmonization

Stage ➔ 9th

Exp ➔ 61000/ 61000

[ — Affinities — ]

1. Fire Mastery ➔ 19%

2. Dark Mastery ➔ 15%

3. Thunder Mastery ➔ 16%

Inventory ➔ Id card |-| Bracelet

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My affinity charged along with my level. I drew a deep breath.

"See this, Mia?" I whispered. "The revenge was mine from the moment I aquired your body."

Emerging from my thoughts, I saw myself in Amelia's lap which I don't know when happened.

I didn't react much; I normally leaned into her shoulder, kissing her gland and smell her pheromones.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was gentle as she rubbed my waist. It was arching buy not much since we wake up. "You know, some bedroom fun with your lover can ease stress and depression."

"Please remove the sticker so I can experience your fragrance." I requested, gazing at the pheromone blocker sticker that was impeding the diffusion of her scent. It was also affecting my senses and brain.

"Of course, dear love." Amelia peeled off her sticker.

I breathed in the delightful aroma of mango that emanated from her, bringing me a sense of comfort. In response, I released my own pheromones in an attempt to entice her. Glancing up, I noticed her intense gaze, filled with a lust to dominate me.

"Can we?"

"Agreed, but let's keep it to kissing. My condition doesn't permission for more."

Amelia kissed me passionately, then touched my senses. She promptly withdrew and suggested, "Let's continue this in the bedroom."