Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

"Shall we start?"

Pablo asked that while clutching Flora's hairs.

Her legs were trembling. She didn't even get to rest after the symbiote and now she was already dealing with something worse than that.

"You bastard! Is that any way to treat a woman? Even my son was better than you." Gerald cursed. He tried to move but all of his bones were broken.

He could use his shadows but he was also afraid of using them because of Pablo's threat.

Flashy was sitting above him so all Gerald could do was to use his mouth to curse.

Pablo heard Gerald's cursing and he just smiled.

"I don't usually treat women but when I do..."

Pablo let go of Flora's hair and placed his hand on her shirt.

"I treat them like this."

SHRIP!

Gerald's eyes widened.

Cupid had the same look.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing!?" Gerald screamed. "Even if she is evil, that's too much."

"Yes, Pablo. That's not a good thing to do." Cupid spoke as well, hesitatingly though.

The reason for them to act like this was…

Pablo ripped Flora's shirt.

"Don't worry, dad. Boss will make her say the truth herself. Just you wait." Flashy said. He was the only one with no shock. He expected something like this.

Flora now stood with a black lace bra and pants with floral designs.

She had her hand above her breasts and her glare pierced Pablo.

"You will never be able to break m-"

SLAP!

Pablo slapped her.

Her head jerked to the side.

"You don't get to speak without my permission."

"You litt-"

SLAP!

One more slap.

Her cheek turned red.

She stared at Pablo with eyes. Eyes saying something different. Eyes showing that.. she wanted it more.

And then… something awakened inside Pablo.

He raised his right hand and…

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

A series of crisp slaps followed.

Her face stung with hotness as her cheeks swell.

"I will end your pleasure for good. Not every rough thing is exciting."

Pablo clenched her hair again.

Then, it began once more.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Flora fell on the floor.

She was out of breath.

Her hands trembled. She couldn't form words.

Her lips trembled as her cheeks became a thumping wound.

Gerald saw all of it with no idea how to react. He could have never imagined Pablo would be capable of doing that without feeling any pity for the other side.

A man with even a stone heart would certainly feel reluctant to commit such a thing, and yet, Pablo was doing it like it was his daily routine.

Seeing all that, Gerald understood one thing. Pablo didn't had a heart of stone. He have a heart of iron—rotten, rusty, iron.

Pablo sat on his knee, in front of Flora.

"Don't rest now. You were deriving pleasure, right? There's more to come."

Pablo raised his hand and Flora covered her face.

"Why are you doing this? Why!? I am sorry. Please leave me alone. I am sorry."

Flora started crying. Tears stemmed down from her eyes. She began bawling.

In return, Pablo just smiled.

"I think you know why I am doing this?"

Flora didn't reply.

"You know it, right?" Pablo asked again.

Flora remained silent once more.

Pablo sighed.

He reached out his hand, Flora flinched but this time, that hand wasn't coming at her face.

Instead, Pablo placed his hand on… Flora's bra.

Cupid's eyes widened.

"Don't do it!"

But…

SHRIIP!

Pablo ripped Flora's bra.

Flashy closed his eyes. Mostly because he didn't want to see his step mother naked.

Gerald cursed Pablo.

And Flora, she covered her chest with her hands.

"Tell everything what you did to Gerald, or else I will rip your pants too and make you roam naked on the street. Do it while I am asking nicely."

"That's you asking nicely?" Gerald blinked.

"Yes. That's me asking nicely. Otherwise she would be already on the streets with all kinds of men all over her body, eating her alive."

Gerald stopped talking and Pablo focused on Flora.

"Answer me!"

Flora trembled.

"Tch."

Pablo stood up.

"You won't answer like this. You are already shameless. Making you naked will do nothing."

Flora darted her teary gaze upwards at Pablo.

Pablo paid it no mind and raised his leg.

Flora trembled again as she knew what would happen now.

So before Pablo could bring down his leg at Flora, she yelled :

"I am pregnant!"

Pablo stopped.

Flashy opened his eyes again.

Gerald's mouth went agape.

"You are pregnant?" Gerald asked.

Flora looked at him. She smiled. "Yes. It's your child."

Gerald found a lump in his throat.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at Pablo.

He stared at the Marshal.

"Le- le- let her go, Marshal. I want no explanation. You are right. I accept Flashy. He is a good son. Now let her go."

"...I see."

Pablo put his raised leg back on the floor.

Gerald heaved a sigh of relief but he forgot something that he had learned just a moment ago…

"Like hell!"

BAAM!

Pablo kicked Flora right in the stomach.

"You bastarddddd!!!"

Gerald lost it.

Hundreds of shadows came out from his entire body and they wrapped themselves around Gerald.

Ignoring the broken bones and the paper weight called Flashy, he jolted up from the floor.

Flashy was forced to fall down and before he could get back up, Gerald already had Pablo's throat in his grip.

He had sighed in relief when Pablo had put down his leg. But he had forgotten one thing—Pablo had a heart of iron.

Of course he kicked Flora right in her stomach after she said she was pregnant. Of course Pablo potentially killed an unborn child. Of course Pablo proved why he was the most hated person on earth. Of course he proved why he doesn't deserve any love. Of course he proved why he is…

The Epitome Of Evil.