"So what do you want to talk to me about?" Emma sat comfortably, completely unbothered by how unladylike her posture might look.
"Nothing special, I was just curious about a few things."
"Is that so? I don't really have much to tell~" Emma rested her chin on her hand, waiting for me.
I looked at her, took a deep breath.
"That day, after everything happened, I broke into your house. The scene was… covered in blood, to put it mildly, but I noticed a few suspicious things."
"..."
Emma instantly went expressionless, as if she already knew exactly what I was going to say.
"There was a trail of blood not far from that huge pool of blood. It kept bothering me… until I saw you in the cafeteria, and now I've put the pieces together."
"Go on."
"…Your father raped you, didn't he?"
...
Dead silence stretched on forever. No sound, no movement.
After all, this wasn't the kind of thing anyone dares to say out loud—especially not to the person who went through it.
Emma sat there for a while, then stood up.
"Yeah."
"And that's the reason you set fire to the police headquarters, right? Can you at least tell me why you burned it down?"
"Not convenient to answer."
"What about the mass shooting? Do you have a reason for that too?"
Emma just smiled and opened her mouth—
***
"Hmm hmm, I can't wait for the sports festival~"
Rain started pouring down, thunder rumbling in the distance.
"Why is it raining so hard today? Taking a shower later is gonna be freezing…" She gazed out the window from her room.
She grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe and opened her bedroom door.
"…?"
The front door was already open, letting cold air rush inside.
"…A burglar?"
She cautiously looked around the house, took out her phone, and stepped back into her room.
She had no idea where the intruder was, so calling the police seemed safest.
The moment she closed the door and was about to dial, someone's hand clamped tightly over hers.
"You're too smart for your own good, girl. Though that won't help you against me."
"!?"
That voice—she knew it all too well. It was the voice she'd heard her entire life.
No need to explain: it was her nightmare. Her own father.
"W-When did you get out of the hospital?! I thought both your arms and legs were broken?!"
"Oh sweetie, are you underestimating the father who's been with you since the day you were born? I'd do anything for you, you know that?"
"YOU WERE JUST WAITING TO SELL ME TO PERVERTS! YOU NEVER LOVED ME EVEN ONCE! LET GO!!"
His grip tightened, sending unimaginable pain shooting through her.
"KYAAHHH!!"
"Girls should stay quiet. Otherwise people will think I'm a useless father who can't raise his own daughter properly."
"YOU MONSTER! LET GO!!"
"Shut up, the neighbors—"
He put his foot on her back and kicked hard.
"COULD HEAR US BY NOW!"
BAM!
The kick slammed the bedroom door open; she collapsed to the floor in agony.
She glanced at her phone lying nearby and desperately tried to crawl toward it.
At the same time she screamed as loud as she could so the neighbors might hear—everything was going horribly wrong!
Right then, the front door locked with a click, and he walked over to her phone.
"Bad luck, Emma. It's pouring outside—no one's gonna hear your screams."
Then he kicked the phone away.
"..."
She gritted her teeth. Her last hope was fading.
"My dear daughter… before I hand you over to the others, I'll take your first time myself. Consider it our final memory together."
"YOU DISGUSTING BASTARD! I'D RATHER DIE THAN LET YOU TOUCH ME!!"
Just as she tried to bite her tongue, his hand clamped over her mouth.
"You think I'm happy about this? If I rape you, your value drops and I get less money. You think I want that?"
"Or… do you want to save your virginity for that little boy? How about I film our 'special moment' and send it to him?"
"LET GO! LET GO!!!"
She thrashed, twisted, fought with everything she had to escape his grasp.
"Welp, if you wanna be a bad girl instead of a good one, nothing I can do."
He pulled out a syringe and stabbed it straight into her stomach.
"!!"
The liquid inside rushed into her body, taking effect faster than expected.
She felt dizzy, short of breath, her whole body burning up.
It was… an aphrodisiac.
"NO WAY?!"
"Oh my, you look so much more seductive now."
He stared at her as tears started rolling down her face.
"We should do this somewhere more comfortable—like on that rug over there? Doing it on the bed would feel too good for you; I want you to suffer~"
He grabbed her hair, dragged her to the rug near the TV, and started ripping her clothes off.
'…someone.'
He unzipped his pants.
'…anyone, please save me.'
He choked her, continuing to move while she writhed in excruciating pain.
'…God.'
He punched her face, swelling her cheek, making the world spin.
'…Peter.'
Blood dripped onto the rug. Tears streamed from her eyes.
Her cracked lips trembled; her eyes burned with pure hatred as she stared at his repulsive face.
'If God really exists, I don't need His mercy.'
Suddenly his face morphed into Peter's.
'I need you, Peter.'
Her eyes turned bright red.
"Kuh?!"
He flinched as her hand clamped around his throat.
"W-What the—?! This strength?!"
She bared her teeth and bit deep into his neck.
"AGHHHH!!! YOU LITTLE BITCH—"
She ripped with all her might; flesh tore away, blood sprayed like rain.
The unbearable pain made him reel, while Emma opened her mouth wider.
[That's it.]
She smashed him again.
[Keep going.]
Blood splattered everywhere without end.
[Make him pay…]
She grabbed a kitchen knife and started hacking.
[For destroying your entire life.]
Thwack!
[Make him pay… and devour his flesh…]
"..."
She stood there, eyes empty, stunned.
Everything had just… happened.
[You did pretty well, huh?]
"…Who are you?"
[Me? I don't have a name. Thanks to that serum, I was able to appear inside your mind.]
"…I must have gone insane."
[Think whatever you want. I'm just here to remind you of a few things. That serum turned you into the peak of humanity, but it has a terrible side effect: you need to eat one specific kind of meat to stay sane.]
"And that is?"
[Human flesh.]
"..."
[What's wrong? Disgusted with yourself?]
"…No."
Her mind was starting to feel unstable.
"I'm just curious what Peter tastes like."
[Ohhh, looks like your love for that boy Peter twisted the toxin into something else to torment you: an uncontrollable cannibalistic urge. And the intensity of your craving for human flesh is directly proportional to how much you love Peter. No wonder you're curious about how he tastes.]
She just stood there, not knowing what to do.
[Shall we go now? Our target is that Peter you mentioned.]
"…No. Before I go to Peter, I have a few things to take care of."
She walked into her father's room, turned on his computer, and opened his social media.
She looked through photos of different men—his "friends," the ones he planned to sell her to.
Of course there were others who weren't friends but still wanted a turn. She didn't really care.
Either way, to satisfy her hunger, they would be the first targets.
...
To be continued.