"Die! Die! Die!" I yelled as I holding his neck, struggling him. I can feel the cold running down to my spine as I keep the pressure hard on his neck and as I saw how he struggled while doing his best to fight back to me.
Oh dear, this is the most sexiest expression on his face that I had ever seen to him. How I love to hear his pleading voice. This is really making me feel alive whenever I heard their cries, pleading for their life and asking for mercy.
When I can't feel his breaths anymore I get my knife that was on the floor beside me and stab him.
This feeling, the unexplainable thrilling feeling that I always feeling whenever I am implying pain to the people.
The adrenaline that I am feeling and the excitement, oh how lovely this feelings are. It is really making me alive.
I don't know when I started killing, but what I remember is that everyone is avoiding me and calling me a 'Monster'. My own parents are even denying me as their daughter.
No one will know and no one will ever gonna notice that I have been killing those trash.
I killed Lian because how dare him cheated on me! I have been a very good girl to him, I did my best not to harm him even though he always been on my nerve.
All of the people that I killed, all of them have wronged into me. If God won't punish them for their wrongful acts towards me then, I shall be the one who will punish them.
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My head, why does it hurt like this! Why does my breath feel weaker? I try to lift my hand and my body but I can't. It won't move!
Damn! What happened to me? How did I become like this?
All I remembered is that I'm on my way home.
I am slowly opening my eyes, so that I can fully adjust to the brightness of my surroundings.
My jaw dropped as I saw the place where I'm in. I roamed my gaze as I tried to familiarize myself with the place, however I failed.
Where the hell am I? Whose room is this? Why am I here?
I get all my strength to sit on the bed and get off to the bed. Even my body was so weak that whenever I step my feet I can feel the trembling of my knee.
When my gaze went to the vanity mirror I saw someone with a pale skin standing on the same spot where I am standing.
Who is this woman? She has pale skin, her eyes are beautiful as the sunset, it was a deep beautiful orange color. She had very long burgundy straight hair.
I don't know if she was pale because her skin was too flawless and fair to be distinguished from.
And as I look at the woman I am seeing, the heavy I get. She had the empty eyes that I had too, no matter how beautiful it is it never had any emotions to display with.
Does she suffer a great amount of pain to have eyes like this?
When I tried to lift my hand to reach the woman's face on the mirror I was taken back when her hand moved too.
Oh my! Is this my reflection! Is this me?!
I was trembling in fear, a fear that I won't accept even if someone will tell me that it is true!
I have fallen on the floor as I'm shaking, now, this can't be happening.
Whose body is this! Who am I! Where am I! No! No! No!
I can't be dead!
There are so many things that I need to do so I can't be dead!
No, no, I need to calm down, being like this won't help me answer everything.
First thing first, I need to find information on whose body I am using and where I am second a way to go back to my world. Yes, I need to go back as I have so much unfinished business with those scumbags.
I stood up and fixed myself, after that I opened the door of the room.
There was no one on the door so I took a step to wander around.
A very old style of architecture and yet it still has a very beautiful design, it may look plain and boring as it was all colored as a dark color of orange.
It does give a calm vibe, the paintings of nudes, a dying flower and trees. Does this woman have a lonely world that she can't even have any sympathy for?
All of the paintings, they all represent a single death.
This place, calling it a huge manor won't be fit, it would be a palace, it may sound exaggerating but it is.
I stopped walking when I was on the main staircase, because I saw the big portrait of this woman, she was wearing a deep red dress with a tiara on her head and a deep ruby jewelry on her body.
Hee composure is great, but those empty eyes and stare was the one ruining the magnificent portrait of her.
Yes, I admit that her beauty won't suffice mine or anyone in my world.
However, her eyes were telling a thousand stories about her pain and agonizing she had experienced.
I narrowed my eyes as I spotted a carving to the frame, it was a name, probably it was her name.
'Princess Madeleine Ceres Habsburg'
She was named Princess Madeleine, it is very suited to her.
I jumped back when I heard someone clearing his throat, "Your Highness, wondering around wearing your nightgown, isn't appropriate for a lady like you" he strictly said.
Who is this? Popping out of nowhere?
I stare at him from foot to head, a very masculine body, a silver hair, a pinkish lips and pointy nose, deep oceanic eyes and very fair skin.
Who is he? And why does he address me formally?
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