Weak Assasin
The Black Fear
Chapter 22
Weak Assassin
"A murder is incapable of feeling compassion.
He consists only of injustice and cruelty.
Features of power. "(Azzolin Ylaria)
We had not ever been so close for more than two seconds.
Again feeingl his breath on me, made me increasingly uncomfortable.
"You did not think I'd be back, is not it?"
He asked, showing me a half-smile.
" Can you get away, please?"
I said, swallowing nervously.
"Why? I like you. "
He replied, staring as only he could do.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested."
I refused his proposal, moving slightly back.
"Too bad." - "I do not think" countered immediately.
I was surprised by my ability to lie.
Since I had become so good at it?
In fact, every time I looked at him he was leaving a blow to my heart.
That look made me go crazy.
"Excuse me, I wanted to be polite, unlike someone else"
He said, gently my left cheek.
"Do not touch me."
I said coldly.
His eyes remained fixed on mine, drifting from my emotions.
"What do you want?"
I asked, intrigued by his reaction.
"I have a feeling that your heart does not reflect what you think.
You want to lie to me, but can not do it, right? "
I did not answer. He was right, but it was not the time to reveal this.
"You don’t want to tell me. I understand ... "He commented, making me pout.
"Do you see these? They are excellent instruments of torture. "
He took a small break, which lasted a few moments, although for me it seemed almost endless.
"Those on the right of the needles are common.
If you are stuck with a lot of delicacy, then it will be difficult to remove.
Do not ever underestimate them, they are very precise and if they are used as they should,
could kill several people in one fell swoop.
Those on the left hand, the blade knives are very fine.
They are made of metal and are used by doctors.
They cause an intense burning. "
He explained, highlighting the last sentence.
In addition, it became more serious, seeking my attention.
"With what do you prefer to start?
Blade or needle? "
He asked, looking instruments with admiration, waiting for my response.
"I believe that ..." He didn’t even let me finish the sentence.
"The blade is too interesting to be taken into account immediately. Let's keep it for last. "
"Reply alone to your questions. I do not even let you decide "
I protested, gritting his teeth.
"You will not answer me anyway, so..."
"I do like all of you do."
I replied without hesitation.
All of a sudden, very quickly, I saw his right hand fidget towards my direction.
"Now shut up!"
He exclaimed, making me jump.
His eyes suddenly became dark and cruel.
His parted lips were trembling slightly, noting a strong nervousness.
Only after a few moments of a second,
I realized that what he had in his hand.
Three Needles.
He had just said it, but I did not want to believe it yet.
I felt that a part of my arm was stinging insistently.
He had pierce them into my flesh.
I could not even move three fingers of the hand, because of those damned sharp pieces of metal that they were blocking certain nerves.
"Take them away!" I yelled, pushing me towards him.
"I'm not shut up!" I continued, lowering my voice.
"I hate it when you treat me that way." Max said
"I hate it when YOU make me hurt instead. Ah. "I moaned softly.
I saw him turn around shooting in my direction.
"It hurts? Think of it as a taste "
Those words penetrated my heart like a sharp knife.
Hurt, both physically and mentally,
For this reason, i felt a strong weakness.
I was shaking. I was sweating. I was scared.
But it never lost confidence in myself.
All of a sudden, he returned to the position taken initially.
"I'm not important to you, right? I tried to show my sympathy, but you have not the slightest consideration. "He said with tears in his eyes.
"A murder like you, is incapable of feeling compassion.
he is made only by injustice and cruelty.
Features powerless. You deserve to be treated as you treat other people "
I replied, pausing on each part of the body hanging in the room.
Max stood there, laughing, alone. Doing nothing but raise the suffering.
He didn’t express, but he only to grab the knife that had momentarily lying on the floor next to him.
"This blade is hot. You know what that means? "
He asked, interrupting what he would do.
Within a few seconds, without even me noticing, I saw his hand shake strongly my right shoulder in order to keep it locked.
I did not want to get worse the situation, but if I rebelled, I would not have done anything but make it worse. So, I let that go on.
The blade went to pierce the skin, forming a deep cut that started from the scapula,
ending in clavicle.
It was hard to control. I cried, because of that searing pain. Burning. Burning to death.
Blood dripped from the wound and began to wet the surrounding skin.
"It means that it burns a lot more."
I replied, closing my eyes, trying to stop myself.
"Finally the young lady deigned to answer me." He did again a little break.
After that, he turned away, heading towards the table with tools.
"I thought I'd collect some parts of your body.
For example, those eyes of yours large and infinite, which I carry in depth. I would like to sneak in with the look, to get in your mind. But just when I decide to do it, I can never figure out what you think. Maybe see a different reality from mine "
Something changed, when he smiled, taking it out from reality, where even the pretense became uncertain and confused.
For a moment I did not have the courage to do so.
I never expected that reaction.
But unfortunately I knew that was the only thing to do, the only way to put an end to that situation.
Cautiously, I slid my left hand out of the handcuff that I was circling the wrist, pushing it outside with the help of the other hand.
I had planned from the beginning the way out of that room.
Now that his position did not allow him to see me,
I had to act at best.
I stood up, very quietly and then come closer to the killer.
I held the throttle left, waiting for the best time to put an end to this torture.
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