Eyes of a Demon

Under the demon's enticement, Song Zhuyu's gaze involuntarily landed on Rui Ye once more, taking in his blood-soaked face which was contorted in agony, and the grievous laceration spanning from his chest to his stomach, where crimson blood flowed out ceaselessly from. He had never known that such a thin and slender body could produce so much blood; it was literally endless. 

Song Zhuyu could only endure the sight for one second before his breathing faltered. He averted his eyes again and squeezed them shut, a bleak laughter escaping his lips. 

As if all the strength had been drained out of him, he slowly collapsed to the floor, still with his back against the wall. "I understand now…" he muttered, deep exhaustion in his tone. "You just want to torture me, don't you? Well, now you have it. You win."