"Don't you understand, teacher? I wouldn't have hit Damien if he hadn't messed with me first!" My breath rose and fell heavily as I tried to contain my anger.
"Confess now!" The cane in his hand swung down hard onto my shoulder, even through my school uniform.
"You want me to admit all my wrongdoings, right? Fine, I'll confess everything I've ever done." My lips curled into a sinister smile as I crossed my arms. I walked over to the door and locked it from the inside.
Mr. Aiman stopped whipping me. A wide smile spread across his face.
"Yesterday, I killed three people. I gouged one person's eye out, stabbed another until they died, and strangled, clawed, and slit the throat of a woman… I licked every last drop of blood from their bodies until they were dry." My tongue flicked over my dry lips. Satisfaction surged within me as Mr. Aiman's grin disappeared instantly.
Slowly, I approached him with a broad smile. He cautiously stepped backward.
"And today… another victim will be added to my list." I pulled out a knife from my pocket.
"Have you gone mad, Fariz?!" Mr. Aiman's voice shot up an octave. My eyes glowed red. Beneath his mask of anger, I could see fear creeping in.
"Are you scared, teacher?" I clenched the knife between my teeth as my hand grabbed the fabric of his shirt.
"Stop, Fariz! Aren't you afraid of going to prison? Of being sentenced to death? There are CCTV cameras all over this room!" He struggled to pry my grip from his shirt.
He threw a punch at my face, but I caught his hand and twisted it hard.
Crack.
The sound of bones snapping echoed in the room.
But Mr. Aiman didn't give up. He kicked me hard in the chest.
I stopped attacking him, just to see his reaction.
"Arghh…" I groaned in fake pain, clutching my chest where he had struck. Slowly, Mr. Aiman straightened up, hands on his hips.
"You've gone too far, but I know a weakling like you will never be able to take me down!" He clapped his hands and laughed mockingly.
A wicked grin stretched across my lips, and I let out a shrill, maniacal laugh. I stood up again and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground.
He gasped for air, his face turning red.
"Fear has never existed in my life. I don't care if I end up in prison or on death row!" I slammed his body against the wall. He let out a pained groan.
Blood began to trickle down from his head.
Suddenly, there was a frantic pounding on the door of the disciplinary room.
"Hey, murderer! Open the door now!" The security guard's voice echoed from the doorway.
"We saw everything you did on the CCTV!" The loud banging on the door didn't faze me in the slightest.
"Hah, there's always someone ruining my fun!" Without hesitation, I leaped out of the room's window. Mr. Aiman, bloodied and beaten, lay unconscious on the floor. But I could still see his chest rising and falling—he was alive, barely.
I wandered through the deserted streets, wiping the blood off my clothes, hands, and face with a handkerchief. My stomach growled loudly, and I rubbed it absentmindedly.
"I'm... hungry..." My eyes scanned the area, searching for an unfortunate soul who would become my meal for the night.
After crossing the street safely, I strolled along a row of small shops. That was when my gaze locked onto a man wearing a cap, standing in front of a store. His eyes darted around, seemingly searching for someone.
My dry lips curled into a sinister grin. I could almost taste the blood that was about to flood my tongue.
Slowly, I approached him, slipping a wooden stick from my backpack.
As soon as I got close enough, I struck him hard on the head. He collapsed instantly.
A wicked smile spread across my face.
The emptiness of the area made my job easier. My demanding appetite had to be satisfied.
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I dragged the unconscious man into a dark alley. My knife gleamed in my hand as I licked my lips.
Slowly, I reached for his cap and lifted it off his head.
I froze.
"Papa?!" My voice was barely a whisper.
I gently patted his cheek. No... This couldn't be real. Had I almost killed my own father?
Suddenly, he stirred.
"Arghh..." His weak groan sent panic coursing through me.
Without a second thought, I turned and bolted.
What would he do if he found out the truth about me?
I ran and ran until I was sure he wouldn't be able to find me. My breath came out in ragged gasps as I collapsed onto the grass beside a muddy ditch.
The urge to kill vanished just like that.
Even though my father had hurt me countless times, he was still my father—the only family I had left.
I kicked the mud in front of me, not caring that my shoes were now caked in filth. Frustration bubbled up inside me. I yanked at my short hair, trying to clear my mind. I was overwhelmed.
A sudden tap on my shoulder startled me.
I turned around to see a woman smiling sweetly at me.
"Hey, you! You're really handsome!" she giggled, batting her lashes as she playfully patted my shoulder.
Disgust churned in my stomach. I ignored her wandering hands as they traced my arm.
Slowly, I smirked.
So you want to flirt, huh?
I turned to face her fully, gently cupping her cheeks. She grinned, pleased with my touch.
"Do you want to play with me?" My voice was soft, my gaze luring her in.
She nodded eagerly, her fingers brushing against my cheek before looping her arms around mine.
"In that case, come with me." I tugged her hand.
She followed without hesitation, flashing me a bright smile.
I smirked back.
We walked along the edge of the wide, muddy ditch.
Thud!
With one hard shove, I sent her crashing face-first into the thick, murky sludge.
"W-What are you doing?! This is disgusting!" She shrieked, desperately wiping the mud off her body.
"Hehehe... You said you wanted to play, so let's play!"
I stepped into the mud with her, silently slipping a dull knife from my back pocket.
"Hey, I don't want to play here… It's dirty, and I feel gross!" She clung to me, her voice dripping with an unbearable flirtatious tone.
Disgusting.
"W-What are we doing here?"
Zasss!
I slashed her throat from behind in one swift motion.
"Ahhh!" She let out a bloodcurdling scream, clutching her neck as blood gushed out.
The strong metallic scent filled the air, making me smile sweetly.
"You know… there are two things I despise the most in this world."
I gripped her nearly severed neck. Her mouth opened and closed in silent pleas, but no sound came out.
Zasss!
I slit her throat again.
"First—people who make my heart ache..."
Zasss!
A third deep gash sent her collapsing onto the ground, her body convulsing in agony.
"And second—people who beg for my sympathy!"
Zasss!
The fourth slice dug deeper into her flesh.
I paid no mind to the blood soaking my clothes. Instead, my heart swelled with satisfaction.
Her body twitched violently in the mud before finally going limp.
"This is what happens when you try to gain my sympathy!"
I cut off her tongue and tossed it into the muddy water before walking away.
Her body, half-hidden beneath the thick sludge, would be difficult to find.
"Let's hope someone buries you before the maggots feast on your rotting corpse!"
I laughed heartily before whistling a tune, twirling my knife between my fingers.
On my way out, I stopped by a public restroom to change my clothes—removing any trace of blood and filth.
"My stomach is full, my heart is at ease... Now, it's time to deal with my dear sister."
I made my way home.
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The moment I stepped inside, I spotted Papa sitting on the living room sofa, rubbing his temples. His face was twisted in pain.
"Riz, where have you been? It's almost night, and you're only just getting home?" His voice was stern.
I smirked.
"Sorry, Papa. I won't do it again next time…" I spoke in a small, remorseful voice.
My stepmother, seated beside him, stroked his arm soothingly.
"Wow. Who knew a worthless brat like you could apologize?" Her words made my blood boil.
I turned my gaze to her, my eyes sharp.
"Don't worry, next time when I go out, I just won't come home at all. Sorry for coming back early today!"
Papa stiffened, his face darkening with anger.
"Watch your mouth, Fariz! I am still your father!" He stood up, towering over me with his arms crossed.
I massaged my temples, pretending to be troubled.
"What's the point of having a father if I'm treated like a stray? I'd rather rot in a dumpster than stay in this hellish mansion!"
Without waiting for a response, I stormed up the stairs and slammed my bedroom door shut.
"Fariz! I'm not done talking to you!" Papa's furious voice roared through the house.
"Yell at me tomorrow, Papa! I'm too tired for this!"
I locked my door, ensuring no one could disturb me.
My grin widened as I noticed the dried blood still clinging to my knife.
"Hmm… Sweet."
I dragged my tongue over the blade, licking off the last traces of crimson.
"Agh!"
Pain shot through my mouth—I had cut my tongue on the blade's edge.
"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath.
"Hmm… Red blood will soon turn into blue blood."
A low chuckle escaped my lips as I gazed at the knife in my hand.
"Should a knife be sharp or dull to inflict more pain?"
I traced my fingers along the cool steel.
"Oh, I should test it out."
I slowly rolled up my sleeve.
Zasss!
A small, clean cut appeared on my arm.
"Hmm… Pain level… five, maybe."
I pulled out another knife—this one old and dull, long overdue for sharpening.
Zasss!
I slashed my other arm. The pain burned through my skin.
"Pain level… eight!"
I grinned in delight.
"So, the duller the knife, the more agony it inflicts!"
Laughter bubbled in my chest.
Carefully, I locked away the sharp knife in my drawer.
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Tap. Tap. Tap.
I crept toward Sara's room, where I could hear her giggling over the phone with her boyfriend.
"Oh, come on! No one with scars like this could still be pretty!"
She laughed sweetly—disgustingly so.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I pounded on her door repeatedly, interrupting her little love session.
Sara turned at the sound, shooting me a sharp glare.
I simply smirked.
But I ignored her.
"Ish, you… I'll hang up first, my maid is calling me!" Sara ended her call and stomped toward me, hands on her hips, her face fierce.
"What do you want?!" she snapped.
I smirked, unimpressed.
"Acting all scary like that, as if I'd be afraid!" I scoffed.
"I want to test something… and I need your help!" I took slow steps toward her.
She backed away.
"D-Don't come near me! I'll call Daddy!" she screamed.
I flashed her a sweet smile.
"Get out of my room, you freak!" She shoved me, trying to push me out. But I didn't budge.
Instead, I pulled out the dull knife.
Zapp!
Zapp!
I grabbed her arm tightly and drove the blade into her pale, unblemished skin.
"ARGHHH!"
Sara's piercing scream filled the room.
I laughed loudly, watching the drastic change in her expression as she writhed in pain.
"Hmm, does it hurt?" I pressed my fingers against her bleeding wound, then brought them to my lips, licking the warm blood.
"You psycho! How dare you hurt me?!" She shoved me, desperate to break free.
"DADDY!!!"
Her frantic cries only made my smirk grow wider.
"Oh yeah, now the little princess is in pain!" I tightened my grip on her injured arm. She struggled, whimpering in agony.
"Oh, I almost forgot… I have one more thing to test!"
I pulled out the dull knife from my pocket again.
Zasss!
In a flash, I stabbed it into her shoulder, right through her silky nightwear.
"Tell me… which one hurts more?" I whispered, gently brushing my fingers over the fresh wound as the blood oozed out.
"You bastard!" she screamed before rushing to her vanity, grabbing a sharp pair of scissors.
Zasss!
She lunged and stabbed me in the back.
I smirked. I let her do it—I wanted to see how far she'd go.
Zasss!
Zasss!
Zasss!
She stabbed me repeatedly, over and over again, through my black jacket.
But the blue blood that trickled down my back didn't bring me any pain.
Eventually, she stopped, collapsing onto the floor, exhausted.
"Aww, are you tired already? I was just getting started!" I teased, my voice laced with amusement.
"Riz, have you lost your mind?!"
Sara pointed the scissors at me, her hands trembling.
I crossed my arms and tilted my head.
"Oh, so you're only realizing now that the 'trash' you've always called me… is actually insane?" I muttered, my voice dropping into a low whisper.
BOMM!
The door to Sara's room burst open.
Papa and my stepmother stormed in, their faces twisted with rage.
Madam Sari rushed to Sara, fury burning in her eyes.
PANGGG!
A sharp slap landed across my cheek.
"H-How dare you hurt my daughter?!" she screamed, shoving me to the ground.
I wiped away the blue blood trickling from my split lip.
Slowly, I stood up—grinning widely.
"Riz! What have you done to your sister? You've gone too far this time! Don't make me throw you out of this house!"
Papa grabbed my shirt, his heavy breaths of rage fueling my laughter.
"Throw me out? Haha, how scary… Are you threatening me, Papa?" I chuckled, shaking my head.
"Ohoo, but no thanks… I've been waiting for a long time to leave this hell."
I let out a small laugh.