"BOINK!""BOINK!"
"BOINK!" the cards flew over my two palms and the fluttering shufflings were the only sound that was heard in the large expanse of the game chamber.
"I will ask you a third time, b.i.t.c.h. How do you want to die?" i said to the sorry gal who prostrated before my feet.
She especially cradled her missing arm with the remaining left hand and applied a tight and firm pressure on the wound.
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Her will to live was strong and although i admired her for that but unfortunately, that alone was not enough to sway my determination to exact repayment for what she did earlier.
"Please, dear G.o.d of the heavens! FORGIVE THIS MORTAL GIRL!" the b.i.t.c.h pleaded once more in a reverent tone, one that was filled with anxiety and awe.
G.o.d was the term these ignorant peasants used for cultivators in these lands.
As this place was far from the tales of epic events, the people could only get washed away news and treat them like myths and sagas of the ages.
But nonetheless, some were wise to know better. And in this particular moment, the c.u.n.t was at least not wrong in her a.s.sumption.
"You have one last time to answer me clearly, b.i.t.c.h. You"ll never get another chance." said i to the blabbering woman. Clara raised her head and i saw the hopelessness in them.
Her end was clearly mirrored in my eyes.
"If you want to take my life G.o.d of the heavens, this humble mortal wishes only that you shelter my three daughters. They are innocent and of little age. They won"t survive in th..."
"FLASH!" one glint of a bright sheen was the last thing she saw. A lady with a babe in her arms was presented in the flickering candles around this gambling cavern.
The object flew to and fro once before it landed between my thumb and forefinger.
"BRAAAAAAAHHHHH!" some souls with weaker stomachs vomited on the scene.
The sad departure of an ugly man could never compare to the pa.s.sing of a once delectable and marvelous beauty of a woman decapitated before their eyes.
What was curious was that most of those who spat their innards out were men.
The dead b.i.t.c.h Clara might have been on their dreams for countless nightly occasions and i could only reckon it to be so based on their reactions.
"YOU ARE EVIL!" a woman who manned another table said in a voice filled with pure hate. Tears were freely flowing down her healthy cheeks.
Her makeup parted to give way to the twin rivers of sadness that marred her otherwise lovely mien. This was the other woman who wanted me to lick her toes clean on a daily basis. Ambitious c.u.n.t!
"Why do you say that?" i replied with a smile on my face before i added any more words.
"So it was okay for your friend to take my life and i can"t reciprocate the deed?" said i in mocking tone and the irony intended was not left hidden at all.
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