“Do you think I’m beautiful?” I asked the old man after I tied him up on a wooden chair.
My perfect plan went well—seduced the one who raped my sister, brought him in a hotel, manipulated him into having sex with me, and banged the butt of my handgun against his head for a moment of blurred vision before latching a rope around him.
Blood oozed from his mouth. “Ye… I… yes!” He was still dazed from his short knockout.
I went to him and stripped his pants and underwear. I did the same with his white long-sleeves until he was bare before me. “Do you remember my kind of beauty?”
He looked quizzical before he trashed. “Get me out of here! You…”
I clutched his jaw, hard. “Round eyes? Hazel brown eyes? Chin-length brown hair?” I gritted my teeth.
He paused before his eyes widened. “Rose…”
I slapped the tip of the handgun on his face and it cut the skin of his right cheekbone. He yelled. “That’s right. Remember how you enjoyed my twin?” I blew the dusts from my gun.
“Please…” The old man sobbed.
I raised my eyebrow and grinned. “Oh, was that what she said before you raped her? I guess you really end where you started.” I pointed the gun to his groin and fired. His roar pierced through the quiet, cheap hotel and before he created a mess with his voice, I leveled the gun to his forehead before pulling the trigger.
The pool of blood before me was not enough; I still craved for more. Somehow, I found myself unsatisfied with the bastard’s death.
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