“Hau~ I wonder. what you’re waiting for? I wonder.” She placed her right hand over the left side of her chest. “Take my heart and crush it! Tear it into pieces and burn it.” Blue eyes narrowed. What exactly was he trying to do by placing his hands teasingly above her shoulder? He wasn’t trying to be gentle , was he? Her unstable mind tried to figure out what was going through his head. It couldn’t be anything good. Right? Well, if it was similar to her own thoughts; then she could already think of many ways to die. And none of them would be any good. Unless you truly like pain to an extend that it kills you. And few people do. The Yangire looked at him with eyes that held none of the coldness and fear which probably most of his victims would give him. Instead there was confusion and a bit of sadness reflected.

For a few minutes there happened nothing. It made her wonder whether he was playing with her mind and she was proven the truth when he shoved her to the blood stained ground so suddenly. She Immediately looked up at him, shocked. She normally would panic in a similar situation but she didn’t freak out at all. “Ittai, it hurts. Please be gentle. Don’t hurt me your grace.” She was bitterly sarcastic and the tone of voice made it clear. Her face turned red from exhaustion of this psycho terror. She wanted a hundred of needles inside of her heart even if her body didn’t wish for it. She was trash after all. But she knows there is a limit to how much pain a person can take. How fucked up and  psychotic she must be to accept this fate.

“Hehehehe. Ahahaha ahahaha hahaaaha uwaaaaaaaah, nnggh–” Her psychotic laugh changed into a painful shriek and was cut off as she felt his knee pressing against her scratch-marked and bandaged neck. As reaction she struggled. She believed he was going to kill her now but she realized her lungs were still filled with air. Perhaps he was toying with her again? There was still the chance he would crush her throat. She considered this option when he applied more pressure to his knee to make her suffer. Her breath was shorter but still not enough to die. Her body was shaking and sweating in terror by now and she coughed. She waited for him to crush her neck but then without any chance to stop it she let out a cry of pain as he grabbed suddenly a handful of her ginger hair and pushed it against the ground. It was truly painful. humiliating. He was treating her like trash. It should be wrong but why was it so thrilling? Probably she loved that moment when she felt so alive, even though she was so close to death. Bloody tears trickled down her eyes as she tried to giggle. But her giggling turned into whimpers. Perhaps she should beg for some mercy but she didn’t.

She turned her head slightly and noticed that he held a broken wine bottle. Oh so he was going to use it to end her pathetic life? Kind of disappointing she had to say. There was something that confused Rena though; Different to her own nature, the forgery remained calm in his actions. That was the only thing that intimidated her still. Sending a shiver down her spine. She blinked as she could feel his thumb rubbing against her lower lip. Wasn’t he too close? She quickly registered that he was about to stab her eye with the broken bottle. Was he about to gouge it out? A deranged giggle again and it was absolutely filled from the pain and horror she faced as tears kept rolling down her cheeks. And then he asked her that single question. She didn’t know why. or how to answer it but she answered. “Well, I’m cursed and I’m already beyond repair. but I’m – Happy.” Why did she feel obligated to answer him? How absurd. she was straight out sobbing by now. She gripped his wrist and forced him to press the broken and sharp bottle against her chest. “Uwaaah, Come on, don’t make me beg for it. Don’t keep me waiting. We have a deal, right? Pierce my heart. I WANT TO DIIIIIIE!  KILL MEEEEEEE!!!”