AZHRIA
Rest With No Peace

Zorya caught a hint of a mishap when the men started dragging her inside the mansion with no visible remorse.

She was forcibly swayed like a ragdoll. And only after reaching the dining hall, where Rosh was comfortably seated, then Zorya realized her grave status.

"I knew you'd come," Rosh greeted her with a smile. "Did you miss my cock?"

They both met at the dining hall where the arrangement was rather festive.

"Nasa'n si Yuzeyo?" mariing tanong niya. "Ano'ng ginawa mo sa kan'ya?"

Zorya was asking for Yuzeyo's safety when she's the one who's unsafe here!

"Oh, don't give me that face as if I'm the bad guy." Rosh clicked his tongue. "I haven't done anything to him . . . yet. The bastard's in his room, sleeping."

"Ano'ng kailangan mo sa akin?"

Those words were enough to make Rosh's eyes glimmer with delight.

"If it's just me, I wanted to fuck you seven days a week," he wet his lips as if naughty thoughts crossed his mind, "but Rumi has other plans for you."

Even in this dire situation, Zorya's lips still had strength to host a small smile.

"Gano'n ba kayo katakot sa akin na kailangan ni'yo pa akong ipadukot?"

"Ipadukot? As far as I'm concerned, you came with my men, voluntarily."

Rosh attempted to fetch Zorya and offer her a seat but Zorya instantly grabbed one knife and utilized it to guard herself, glaring at her captors.

"Subukan mong lumapit at isasaksak ko talaga 'to sa ngalangala mo," saka niya binalingan ang walong lalaking naalarma rin niya, "at kayo, kung ayaw ni'yong madamay, padaanin ni'yo 'ko."

Exchanging glances as if asking each other what to do, all obliged to do as Zorya says. They all let her through.

"Tumabi ka," sita niya pa, "ano ba?!"

Rosh, who was amused rather than alarmed, couldn't help but smirk.

"Leave if that's what you want," Rosh urged the incensed Zorya, "we could always get Sachiko as a replacement."

Hearing her friend's name, Zorya was even more provoked. Thus, it stopped her plan of escaping the monster's den.

"Good girl," Rosh smiled, "now, return your toy, sit down, and eat with me."

Knowing fully that she had no chance of turning away, Zorya followed Rosh.

They claimed their seats at the table.

"You see, we have this tradition-"

"-wala 'kong pakialam sa tradisyon ni'yo," mabilis na tugon ni Zorya.

It thus urged Rosh's smile to widen.

"Talas talaga ng dila. Sarap sipsipin."

Then he tried to put some meat on Zorya's plate which she just ignored.

"Are you so excited to spend the night with me that you cannot even bring yourself to eat?" Rosh playfully shook his head. "I'm so fucking you later."

Zorya bit her lower lip to suppress her fear, but Rosh was more enticed by it.

"Actually, I wanna do it now."

Not wanting to hold back, Rosh pulled Zorya up and scraped the table clean. Then he pressed Zorya's front against the table, lifting her dress and pulling her undies down with insane desire.

Rosh was ready to attack Zorya from behind when Garem entered the hall.

Clasping a briefcase in his right hand, Garem stood like a foreman in his suit.

"Hold your horses, Roshim!" His voice was as piercing as his glare. "Where have you dropped your decency, huh? The dinner's just above your fence!"

After being released from Rosh's grip, Zorya uneasily crawled up to Garem, almost begging over his slender legs.

"G-Gusto ko n-na pong u-umuwi . . ." puno ng pagmamakaawang sabi niya.

If only Zorya begged me like that, I would have helped her in an instant.

But the lawyer didn't have a heart for her. Instead, Garem shove Zorya away with one shoe as if she's just a muck.

Garem's eyes then shifted back to the now gulping Rosh. "If you really want to enter this lowlife, do it somewhere private. Fuck her on the bed and not on my table. You're ruining my appetite!"

Hearing his brother's blessing, Rosh had a winsome smile as he brutally pulled Zorya by the hair, dragging her against the floor up to his bedroom.

Zorya was slapped hard when she tried to escape Rosh's grip. And with another blow, Zorya lost her strength to fight back, enabling Rosh to bed her fully.

"Sinabi kong wawasakin kita, 'di ba?" mahalay na saad ni Rosh. "Ito na 'yon."

Unwrapping her naked, Rosh had his ways inside Zorya. Kissing, licking, fucking; Rosh did it all with a passion.

He spent all night claiming Zorya in various corners of the bed, in every position he wished, with overflowing lust painted across his darken frame.

Like a wild animal, he nibbled Zorya's skin, sometimes biting it, shamelessly.

Rosh treated Zorya like a delectable course he didn't want to share with others. He fucked her like it's the last.

But days have passed and Rosh didn't stop. He would fuck Zorya before and after going to school. Rosh then had her chained and bathed to please his earthly desire, to make him feel like a real man. He treated Zorya like a toy.

He trapped Zorya inside his bedroom. Rosh would sometimes beat her if his fantasy was not met, but he never hit her face. Rosh loved admiring Zorya's face that he always wanted it cleaned.

However, unlike her face, Zorya's body has always been assaulted hard. There even came a point where Rosh went extremely drunk and he forced Zorya to swallow his seeds but Zorya refused. In exchange, Rosh pissed on her mouth, forcing Zorya to drink it.

"You can b-befoul my b-body . . . but you can n-never s-stain my s-soul . . ."

Rosh, who was then on top of Zorya, moved deeply inside her core before pulling away. Then he smirked at her.

"Well, maybe a longer rod could reach that soul!" Rosh chuckled as he took one broomstick and ruthlessly plunged it in and out of Zorya's wounded hole.

Amidst the pain, Zorya didn't show any trace of tremor. Instead, Zorya slammed her eyes shut and quietly hummed the pain. But even without any nuance, Rosh was determined.

Rosh shoved the stick deeper until Zorya's womanhood spurted blood.

Zorya didn't have the chance to react since right after that, Rosh claimed her dry lips as he slurped Zorya's mouth.

Rolling his tongue inside Zorya's mouth, Rosh even grew wildly that more than kissing, he seemed like he was sucking the life out of Zorya.

It was matched with the exploration of Rosh's filthy hands across Zorya's body.

Athirst, Rosh once again positioned himself and trespassed Zorya's core. Rosh slid four fingers inside Zorya's mouth, choking her, as his other hand played with Zorya's battered breast.

In the end, Rosh rocked Zorya hard until he reached his peak. To top it off, he even obliged Zorya to suck and swallow his seed up to its last drop.

After a week of Rosh keeping Zorya all to himself, the defiled woman was finally transferred to the basement.

It was Rumi's time to play with Zorya.

Hanged midair, head facing the floor, Zorya's arms and legs were shackled to the ceiling while the freezing water was dripping down her feeble body.

"These chains really suit you, Zorya," Rumi, who was still in her university uniform, sarcastically commented.

Sitting on a wooden chair, Rumi spat her chewing gum on the dusty floor. She was obviously entertained by the pitiful condition of Zorya before her.

"Akala ko nga makapal na 'to, eh," the vapor escaping Zorya's mouth as she speaks and the controlled trembling of her body signified how cold she was, "mas makapal pa pala mukha mo."

"Old news. Ang tapang mo pa rin."

"Mas matapang ka, Rumi. Kasi kahit may nanalo na . . . lumalaban ka pa." Zorya faintly chuckled, eyes half-open.

"You talk as if you're not inside my prison, as if you're not about to die."

"Kahit na makulong, m-maigapos, mabugbog, o mamatay man ako rito, mas m-maganda pa rin ako sa 'yo."

While I agree with Zorya, Rumi didn't appreciate how it came off that she let Zorya's cheeks reunite with her palm.

Zorya's chained physique slightly waggled as Rumi slapped her face.

"Tingnan na lang natin kung hanggang saan ka dadalhin ng ganda mong 'yan!"

Rumi then motioned one security and he handed her a whip coated in gold.

Without remorse, Rumi hit Zorya with it. Repetitively. Frenziedly. Viciously.

It flapped against Zorya's bruised skin, creating severe damage each slash.

Knowing that Rumi would better the torture if she ever displays a hint of torment, Zorya could only bite her lower lip with constraint that it bled.

"Kulang pa 'yan sa pagpatay mo sa baby ko!" Rumi exclaimed in anguish.

She then lashed out at Zorya that if Rosh hadn't stopped her, Rumi would surely succeed in peeling Zorya's skin by agonizing and aggressive whipping.

Rumi was pacified that day, but Rosh was not always around. And Rumi just took advantage of those frequent days.

Rumi coerced Zorya to kneel on glass shards and when her eyes dropped due to apparent exhaustion, Rumi opened and sprayed pepper mint on them.

Rumi also rolled Zorya's hair around a brush then pulled it with force until it got tangled and peeled off her scalp.

Rumi even scaled up to make Zorya eat her dog's waste. And sometimes have Zorya's nipples be licked by the dog.

To add more pain to Zorya when she went sick because of maltreatment, Rumi blithely spread minced chili paste inside Zorya's womanhood.

The unspeakable torture continued for a couple of days until the third week came. Zorya had now became skinnier due to food deprivation and extreme dehydration. Some of her wounds and bruises were still visible but she grew thick skin that they don't really bother Zorya more than what they did before.

From the dark basement, Zorya was carried to a wide room where Yuzeyo was chained to his bed. In the mere sight of Zorya, Yuzeyo rose and tried his best to unshackle himself. But he had no strength against the heavy iron chain that was bound all over his body.

Zorya was mercilessly thrown to the floor, creating a loud thud as she fell.

"Time to shine, kid." Rosh pulled out the cloth inhibiting Yuzeyo to speak.

After regaining the liberty to express his thoughts, Yuzeyo madly exclaimed.

"Fuck you!" It was truly ear-piercing.

An irksome smile appeared on Rosh's lips as he said, "More like, fuck her."

Yuzeyo was then unchained by Rosh's henchmen and pressed to the floor where the naked Zorya was laid down.

"Go on, kid. Fuck your best friend."

Yuzeyo, gritting his teeth, shook his head as he tried to punch his brother. But Rosh was way stronger than him. So Yuzeyo received the blow in return.

"You've always liked this bitch, correct? Now is your time to own her. So stop playing stupid. In fact, you should be thanking me for I am going an extra mile to make your fantasy a reality!"

Yuzeyo, unable to find the right words, just glared at him with pure distaste.

Rosh clicked his tongue in response.

Then he tapped Yuzeyo's cheeks as if telling him to move. "Now, off you go."

Finding it hard to dip his gaze upon Zorya, Yuzeyo stood and faced Rosh.

"This will be the only thing I will ask of you." Swallowing his pride, Yuzeyo knelt down. "Let me clean her, Kuya."

Rosh was highly enjoying how Yuzeyo begged so he pushed it even further.

"What will I get in return?"

"Anything," Yuzeyo quickly replied. "I will do . . . everything you want me to."

"Alright. At first light, I want you gone. In this mansion . . . and in our lives."

Yuzeyo nodded in agreement. After, Rosh motioned his henchmen to leave.

"Why don't we fuck her together?"

Hearing that, Yuzeyo dug his nails against his palm, balling it acutely.

"Just let them be, Roshim," Garem, who had just walked in, implored. "It's not as if Zorya's hole would close. You will have your ways inside her again. Besides, you already had fun. Now, allow your brother to experience his."

As his throat moved, Rosh nodded.

"Okay, then." Before leaving, Rosh had to assert one thing. "I'll share her with you tonight, Yuzeyo. Just this once."

Garem then went out alongside Rosh, leaving Yuzeyo alone with Zorya.

After a short while, Yuzeyo, with his trembling hands took one blanket and carefully covered Zorya's naked body.

"A-Ano'ng . . . ginawa niwa s-sa 'yo?"

Too weak to utter a word, Zorya stared at Yuzeyo as though she had just found hope. It's as if she was already saved.

When Yuzeyo softly tucked some hair behind Zorya's ear, slightly combing it, Zorya finally broke off her silence.

For once, after three long weeks, Zorya let her tears fall, unafraid of allowing Yuzeyo to spot her vulnerability.

Zorya was lying on the cold floor, at the lowest of lows, with blood and bruises. But though weakened, Zorya managed to crawl up to Yuzeyo's arms, squeezing them tightly as she sobbed.

It was like a scene of a child weeping to her mother, divulging how pained she was. And it was the saddest disclosure

Zorya then growled an emotive cry, screaming with overflowing power. It was too loud that I heard the pain she tried so much to bury within her chest.

But gone was her inhibition. This time, inside Yuzeyo's cozy embrace, Zorya expressed how aggrieved she was.

"Ayoko na rito! Pagod na p-pagod na ako! Tama na! Tigilan ni'yo na a-ako! Ubos n-na 'ko! Patayin ni'yo na a-ako!"

Not wanting Zorya to see him in pain, Yuzeyo wiped all his tears as they fell.

I knew he wanted to ask her what happened; he wanted her to tell him everything. But Yuzeyo's lips were shut. Not minding how long, Yuzeyo just let Zorya cry on his shoulders.

It went on for several minutes until Zorya's eyes went dry, finally calmed.

And with immense sensitivity and care, Yuzeyo carried Zorya to the bathroom and placed her in the tub.

He then softly brushed her skin with soap, gently washing away all blood.

Yuzeyo's touches were so delicate as if he was grazing them on a newborn.

The bathing went smoothly and after careful wiping and washing, Yuzeyo finally carried Zorya to the bed, gently combing her unfairly trimmed hair.

Yuzeyo clothed Zorya with his white shirt and boxer shorts. He made sure that the fabric was tender to not inflict harm on Zorya's skin-deep wounds.

Though still visible, the bruises and scratches on Zorya's body were better off cleaned and free from any blood.

He eventually placed her back against the bed, lightly positioning the pillow to host Zorya's head. Yuzeyo was about to wrap a comforter around her when Zorya faintly pulled him by the collar, their blushed faces just a breath away.

"I want you," Zorya softly whispered.

"Huh?" was all Yuzeyo could say.

Zorya's eyes were strong, determined.

"Paint inside me, Yuzeyo."

Blinking, Yuzeyo pulled away. "I can't."

"Kasi marumi na 'ko . . ."

Still atop Zorya, Yuzeyo's eyes became stricter. "No. I would never regard you as such. It's just that, you are in pain. I can't bring myself to hurt you more."

"I have endured so much pain, but this time, I want to experience the pain that I chose, the pain that I want, with you."

Zorya cocked her head and planted a subtle kiss on Yuzeyo's lips. When she cut it, Yuzeyo leaned in to continue it.

They both shared a slow, passionate kiss until Yuzeyo pulled away, again.

"Do you consent to this?" Yuzeyo then queried in his breathy, baritone voice.

Zorya willingly nodded at Yuzeyo.

"In anything, as long as it's with you."

Yuzeyo paused for a second before sighing as if he had finally decided.

"I might not be your first," he kissed Zorya's forehead, "probably won't be the last," then he kissed her nose, "but I promise . . . to be your best, Zorya."

Pressing his lips against Zorya's, Yuzeyo started painting inside her.

What the two shared that night was special. It was the first time Zorya was not forced to be entered. Instead, she welcomed Yuzeyo with open arms.

Passionately, the two painted on the bed that served as their empty canvas, with their heartbeats playing wildly.

Sensual poses were carefully drawn, bodies overlaying one after another.

Yuzeyo treated Zorya like a delicate tulip, kissed her like a rose, afloat her like lily, towered over her sunflower, and swayed with her like a wildflower.

They've even reached different styles. From the first meeting of the staff and crown to the conqueror invading the cave of wonders, they went past them.

Not wanting to run out of artistry, both sought inspiration from each other's anatomy, actively bettering their craft through time, patience, and passion.

The throbbing tool was dipped in the two present jars that seemed to lock it inside, each offering eternal sunshine and eventual roars of shy thunder.

A couple beads of sweat dripped as the perspectives flipped, carving a work of art that once was an unlikely fantasy but now has become a taste of reality.

As one anatomy bent over while the other found solace in its center, the chased mood was gingerly captured.

Until the painter finally squeezed his creative juices, letting the ink spread inside the masterpiece he finished.

Equally exhausted, Zorya rested her head on Yuzeyo's shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Thank you," Zorya faintly aired.

Yuzeyo rested his head on Zorya's.

He shut his eyes closed. "I love you."

I wished Zorya's story ended there. But it was only the calm before the storm.

"What about this bat? Can she hold it?"

Zorya woke up to a huge bat, poking against her center. She was in a dark space, body naked on the dusty floor.

Beneath Zorya was Quiro who was thrusting the baseball bat inside her, while Rosh was watching over them.

I knew this place. It was the empty warehouse at the back of the mansion.

"Enough with that," Rosh instructed Quiro and he followed suit. "Just fuck her before me. It will turn me on."

"No way!" Quiro was obviously against Rosh's idea. "I can't hurt your sister."

Rosh cringed at Quiro's loyalty. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her."

Quiro was contemplating but when Rosh raised his gun, Quiro knew he shouldn't antagonize Rosh's order.

Therefore, he unclothed himself and started romancing Zorya. It went about for some minutes until his desire arise and gave it his all in the name of lust.

When Zorya's retaliation became too much for Quiro to handle, Rosh had to butt in and grasp Zorya's arms, which allowed Quiro to freely move atop her.

"Kulang pa 'to sa pagpatay mo sa anak ko," Quiro snarled and thrust deeper.

"P-Patawad . . . hindi ko po sinasadya."

"It won't bring my baby back! At least, let me enjoy the process of doing it!"

Quiro bettered his harsh movements.

"I didn't know you're this delicious, Zorya!" Quiro's hoarse voice growled.

Before Quiro could even reach his peak, Rosh then shove him to the side and replaced his shaft with his own.

In a low, almost inaudible whisper, Zorya muttered, "P-Please, s-stop . . ."

"But we're just starting!" Rosh laughed at her, moaning afterward. "I'll stop once I'm done ravaging your insides."

He then positioned his length again and with intensified brutality, Rosh obliged to devour Zorya's front bottom.

Rosh's thrusts were rough and grating, almost deadly. And he was proud of it.

"P-Patayin ni'yo n-na lang a-ako . . ."

"Alright," he slowly licked Zorya's ears, "I'll stab you with my dick all night!"

With Quiro's timely assistance, Rosh stayed true to his word. They took turns on Zorya and threw her out in the rain to let it naturally clean her.

In the fifth week, Zorya became too weak to even swallow food or drink any liquid. When she attempts, she always ends up vomiting them all.

Zorya couldn't even bring herself up to sit or walk. She became bedridden.

"I've invited the gang to the party!"

Behind Quiro came twelve other muscular men inside the bedroom.

But Rumi was the last to enter.

"What should we do with her?" the tallest in the gang excitedly asked.

Rumi glanced at him, bored. Then she anchored all her attention on Zorya whose arms and legs were chained on the humongous bed, still tight-lipped.

"Kahit na babuyin ni'yo, sipsipin ni'yo, laspagin ni'yo. Wala akong pakialam!"

With that remark, Rumi pulled Quiro out and left Zorya to the lusted men.

"Just hang in there, Zorya!"

"Your dream cars have arrived!"

"And this will be a long ride!"

It was not long after that the twelve men bolted in and took turns on Zorya.

They wrecked her in varied positions they thought. They ravished her in the bedroom, on the basketball court, near the poolside, on the dining table, in the living room, and inside the elevator.

Zorya was likewise coerced to suck multiple shafts while suffering from double penetration. Zorya was also choked, spanked, punched, and struck.

It was the darkest gang rape of all.

When Garem caught a glimpse of the sexual assault, he just sat on one chair and started playing the old piano for them. It was against his profession, but the lawyer just silently watched it all.

If Rosh did not come home that night and cast them all away, the twelve men would have fully torn Zorya into two.

The bleeding failed to stop Rosh from once again claiming Zorya for himself.

That same evening, Rosh then slid one finger and another until his entire fist fully went inside Zorya's womanhood.

He eventually inserted his tongue, the wine bottle, the nearby fork, and even the lit candle inside Zorya's two holes.

Rosh and Quiro even played billiards and positioned Zorya, whose legs were spread wide, just atop the receptacles.

Every time they would hit a goal, the ball would likewise hit Zorya's hole.

And Rumi amusedly watched it all.

After several rounds in the game, Rosh and Quiro shamelessly ravished Zorya again in the garage to stay hidden from Rumi. They're both in action all night.

However, amidst all those extreme penetrations she was put through, Zorya, not even once, reached her climax. All that felt nothing to her.

The sixth week came and Zorya's senses were already benumbed.

The scratches, bruises, and wounds seemed like a part of her skin now.

She was back in the basement and if not for the henchmen holding her, she would have already fallen to the floor.

"Ma'am! May babaeng nagsisisigaw po sa labas, may hinahanap na Zorya. Sachiko raw po ang pangalan niya."

Rumi flatly faced the maidservant.

"Guards!"

"Oh, spare her, Rumi!" I didn't know where Zorya found the strength to shout in full sound. "Ako na lang. Ako lang! H'wag ni'yong gagalawin ang kaibigan ko. H'wag si Sachi, pakiusap."

Face now laced with amusement, the corner of Rumi's lips slightly turned up. "How I love to see you begging."

She then placed her arms against her chest. "Do it again. On your knees."

Without inhibition, Zorya knelt. Biting her lips as the wounds on her knees started bleeding, she heartily begged.

"Please, keep Sachiko away from this."

"Okay." Rumi's eyes rolled sideward when Rosh said that. "Only if you'll dance for me. Sexily. Seductively."

Rumi glared at the newly-arrived Rosh.

"You don't hold orders here, Kuya."

"Actually, I do. So shut the fuck up!"

Zorya stumbled when she first tried to stand, but she did it on the second try.

"Promise me, she'll be saved."

Rosh winked at her. "I promise."

Swallowing what's left of her, Zorya's waist slowly swayed, arms swirled.

It was just a minimal movement but Rosh's like he's about to cum already.

"Yeah, that's it. Dance for us."

Zorya stared at Rosh then Rumi until she took a glance at the several guards.

Though in pain, Zorya did what she was told. Until Rosh bedded her again.

"Oh, fuck! Amidst all the bruises and bleeding, you're still delicious, Zorya."

The following morning, Rumi locked up Zorya to the basement and asked her henchmen to not allow anyone to enter inside. So she was left alone with Zorya with a box filled with things.

There, she spent days torturing Zorya.

Rumi forced Zorya to lie down as she dropped weights on her chest. She peeled half of Zorya's scalp using a hairbrush. Rumi even tried sewing Zorya's eyelids when she glared at her.

Rumi had always been insecure of Zorya's beauty so the monster did things to entirely ruin Zorya's face.

She poured acid that burned Zorya's facial skin. She also shaved her brows.

She then hammered Zorya's tall nose, pulled some of her teeth using pliers, smashed her jawline, and mangled her ears. She likewise burned Zorya's neck and cheeks with numerous cigarettes.

Even Zorya's nails were not spared. One by one, Rumi hammered them.

Seeing how pitiful Zorya looked, Rumi spat on her as if Zorya was a trash bin.

"Now you know who's the real winner between us. Ikaw naman kasi! You're so feisty. Look where that brought you. In our mansion. The hell on earth."

"S-Siguro nga nanalo ka na, Rumi."

Zorya could barely keep her eyes open. On the floor covered by her own blood, she already reached her lowest point.

"P-Pero hindi mo m-maitatanggi na minsan sa buhay mo, may isang Zorya na nagpataob at lumampaso sa 'yo."

Zorya didn't mind coughing blood.

"At kung siguro hindi mo ginamit ang pagiging halimaw mo, baka hanggang ngayon . . . nilalampaso pa rin kita."

Rumi's eyes darkened as she smirked.

"Pagbibigyan kita sa ilusyon mo," she slowly muttered, brow raised. "Regalo ko na sa nalalapit na kamatayan mo."

Zorya's face was drastically altered after Rumi's ruthless abuse. In that sense, Zorya was no longer appealing to Rosh. Therefore, in the seventh week, Rosh joined Rumi in torturing Zorya, which led to her final hours.

Zorya would then be enclosed with a plastic bag on the head and be thrown in the pool for minutes until drowned.

There was also a time when they dripped oil all over Zorya's body and pushed her to the stairs to roll down.

After they inserted iron rods in her hole, Zorya was even forced to drink her own blood and suck the iron rod.

Zorya's face was now unrecognizable.

She might be breathing, but I knew for a fact that she's good as dead inside.

In the following scene, I caught Zorya running out of the mansion while Rosh, Rumi, and Garem, with their guns, were chasing her from behind.

Though weakened, wounded, and subdued, Zorya managed to climb on the golden fence and run to the wild.

She was dashing past several trees and branches until she reached a particular precipice. It was indeed a dead-end.

Zorya will surely fall if she ever tries to continue her escape from her position.

Until the equally huffing and puffing siblings reached her locus. Realizing Zorya's state, they were all amused.

"So, this is where your agony ends."

Rumi aimed her gun against Zorya.

"Any last words?"

Zorya was on the verge of death but not a trace of fear did I spot in her.

"Nanalo nga kayo ngayon, pero hindi sa lahat ng panahon. Isinusumpa ko, pagkatapos ng gabing ito, sa kahit na anong paraan, babalikan ko kayo."

With a glare so flat, Zorya's contused eyes activated its darkest shade. "Kayo naman ang dudurugin ko na kahit mga demonyo, isusuka kayo palabas ng impiyerno!" It was low but powerful.

Rumi shrugged. "I'll be waiting, then."

And in one shot in her chest, Zorya swiftly descended off the precipice.

The three monsters had to check if there's an error, but they found none.

Until Quiro finally arrived, running, severely shocked at what happened.

"I'll pray for you, Zorya," Quiro noted.

Keeping his gun, Garem deeply sighed.

"The bitch is dead. We're done here."

When Garem walked back to the mansion, his siblings followed suit.

And I was left alone, mourning Zorya's death. The sky then started thundering amidst the absence of a storm tonight.

Embracing my trembling knees and burying my face in them, I allowed some tears to stream down my cheeks.

Until I found the courage to get up.

This isn't a fight-or-flight decision. At this point, fighting is the only option.

They have already consumed my cool.

All that remained was a blazing fire.

The same fire that I will use to burn
the Balzuaris down . . . one by one.

May they all rest with no peace.

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