"You know, you're actually the only person in your family who has co closest to taking my life since you could make bleed, the others weren't up to par,"
"But by the ti I'm done with your family…"
"There will be no one left with enough blood to bleed... that's if there is still anybody in your family at that point," his icy voice rang out into the silence that had taken over the whole location.
Davies was actually quite happy right now, he had been looking for a scapegoat to use to show the 4 great families that he wasn't in any form a soft persimmon that they could easily play around with, and now soone had simply landed in his lap to be used as a perfect scapegoat.
If he had a gar system, he'd be receiving the notification [Scapegoat acquired] right about now.
What Davies failed to realize was that Fiona who was nearby had heard everything he had said and was now looking at him with surprise and a hint of fear. She had never expected such cruel words to co from his mouth, neither did she expect to see such a wicked expression on his face, and she found it hard to believe he was the sa Davies she had seen yesterday who had such a blank expression that one would think he was bored of everything and everyone.
But then, what would one expect from soone who had gone through painful deaths and reincarnation, just so he can die again? It would be even more strange if such a person was normal, but how was she to know that?
'Now what to do with her,' Davies thought. He had previously just wanted to kill her and be done with it, but now he had to think things through a bit more to avoid the undesirable consequences that would co from such action.
Like already said, he could go ahead with his previous intentions for her and just kill her, stabbing his hand into her chest and ripping out her heart would do the trick but then he'd have to deal with whatever consequences ca from killing a heroine, as well as retaliation from her family and a few other annoyances as well.
Dealing with whatever retaliation would co from her family after he killed her wasn't anything he couldn't handle, but he was a bit apprehensive about whatever would befall him because he killed a heroine whose fate was tightly linked with the protagonists. He didn't know what would happen if he actually took that step, but he had a feeling it would make things a whole lot more complicated.
He could simply maim her and not actually kill her, thereby avoiding the repercussion of killing a heroine and at the sa ti, using her as a sort of example to the great families that let them know that he didn't care about their influence and would co after anyone who dared to overreach their bounds. It was a great idea but Davies didn't fancy it much.
There was also the option of keeping her hostage to keep the Santos family in check, but to Davies, this was an even worse idea.
"So, killing her it is," he said out loud and conjured a thin ice knife in the air, grabbed it, and then stabbed it into her arm.
"Ahhhhhh!!!" Dalena let out a yelp at the sudden pain in one of her arms. She flailed around, trying to use her other hand to break away from Davies's grasp of her face, but no matter what she did, she couldn't get rid of his vice-like grip on her face.
His grip was so firm, that she felt she was lucky that he wasn't trying to kill her by crushing her head because she had a feeling that he would be able to do it and it would be even more painful than what she was currently going through.
Davies slowly began turning the ice knife that was lodged in her hand giving rise to a different kind of feeling inside of Dalena. For so reason, the pain that was being inflicted on her slowly was giving her pleasure instead of the torturing feeling it was supposed to give, she was actually slowly beginning to enjoy the pain, and a thought even arose in her mind that she wanted more pain and she wanted it rougher this ti.
Of course, Davies didn't know that and continued turning the knife slowly inside of her flesh, trying to make her feel more pain from the injury in her arm. When he noticed her not screaming in pain like he was expecting, at first, he was a bit puzzled, but then attributed it to an unyielding character and decided to make her feel more pain.
He quickly ford another ice knife and plunged it roughly into her shoulder this ti, but instead of the scream that he was expecting from her, what ca to his ears was a weird moaning sound.
"Aiyo, what the fuck?"
'Is she actually enjoying this?' Davies thought with a 'what in the 19 floors of hell is this shit?' look on his face.
[Why do you always end up eting deranged people wherever you go?] Miya asked in disbelief as even she couldn't believe her eyes at what she was seeing.
This was a heroine for God's sake!
Who was picking these people and giving them high fate values!? she wondered, but her AI brain couldn't co up with a plausible answer for such bullshit.
Davies was still very much appalled at what he was seeing when he felt sothing wet and stick run across his palm that was tightly grasping onto Dalena's face. He quickly flung his arm in disgust, throwing her away into the police car that was just behind her and watching as she smashed into the car's windshield, the impact causing a few bones in her body to break and also injuring her a bit further,
'Did this bitch just lick my hand?' at this point, Davies's brain couldn't cope with the weirdness that was Dalena Santos which was why he had flung her away from him. He was more appalled at her strange behavior than he was angry at her right now.
'What a waste of beauty,' he thought as in the short mont that he had held her up, he had been able to fully see her beautiful face and athletic, shapely body that hugged all the curves of her uniform very well, but he truly felt that it was a sha that she had such a fetish.
Davies didn't mind a woman with a few kinks, but Dalena's fetish was a bit too much more than what he could handle.
Since he didn't want to have to go and pick her up so he could continue his torturing process of killing her slowly, and also because she was enjoying the pain instead of being tortured by it, there was no point in doing so. He decided to just run her through with enough ice spikes to make her a porcupine, but that was when he realized that cars had begun to stop nearby, attracted by the strange scene.
Giving a last look at her body that had been smashed into the car, he turned away and determined to take care of her at a later date. He sure as hell wasn't letting this go, he just did not want to be seen killing an officer of the MPA(yes, he had finally recognized that she wasn't a normal policewoman who happened to be patrolling the streets when he had driven by at high speed).
He was a lawless and vindictive villain who could kill soone for the slightest offense against him, but he didn't have to let people know that otherwise, he would have quite the problem, after all, only trashy villains had trashy reputations, the real dangerous villains were seen as glamorous heroes by the society around them until they finally decided to take off their masks and show their real faces to the world.
It wasn't yet that ti for Davies, so he would rather not be seen skewering an officer of the law to death… it didn't an he wouldn't do it, he would just have to do it where no one would see him do it.
With that thought he turned away and began to walk towards Fiona who had stood there watching his actions without being able to so much as say a word.
"Let's go, you have to drive to a hospital," Davies said to her as he walked past her and began to make his way toward her car.
"W-What about her?" Fiona finally managed to stamr out a question, even though she was still in shock at what she had just witnessed.
"Soone will call an ambulance for her, she shouldn't die from that much, and even if she did, it would be good riddance," Davies said smoothly, not even bothering to look back at where Dalena lay plastered into the police vehicle.
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