Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Melon stabbed the jaw of the four haired criminal.

The two daggers passed through the man's jaw and came out through the mouth.

Everyone saw the daggers clearly as the man's mouth was wide open.

Blood fell on Melon's face but the girl took no chance.

She pushed the daggers deep and the man's whole face dyed red.

His hands remained outstretched towards her chest, even after being pierced with the daggers. The power of horny was too strong.

And if the man could just touch her, then he would be able to use his Ego and might come out of this life threatening daggers.

Melon on the other hand was terrified and she was terrified more than ever. She knew if the man stayed alive and the tables turned, then he would surely make sure that she suffers a hundred folds.

That's why she had only this chance.

The daggers were already inside the man, if she just pushed a little more, she might earn the first kill of her life.

Therefore, to make sure she stays safe…

PUKK!

She pushed the daggers inside the jaws harder than ever.

Veins popped all over her face and she only saw one thing...

Pushing daggers deep inside the brain of the bastard.

The bastard in question was the one who was suffering the most.

In his whole life, he never suffered pain. He never saw blood. His own blood, at least.

But now, he had his mouth pierced with daggers and even with this much pain, he couldn't touch the chest of the girl in front of him.

Why? What did he do to suffer this much? What did he do to feel this much pain? He only wanted love. Connection. Affection. If it was given to him freely then he wouldn't have turned out like this. He simply wanted someone to love him the way he was. But no one ever gave that to him so he snatched it. What's wrong with that? What's wrong with grabbing something his heart desires?

What's wrong with wanting to feel loved?

Amidst these thoughts, what everyone was waiting for happened.

PUKK!

Melon reached the brain of the man.

Both daggers were completely inside the head of the man and they were visible from the outside. After all, they were sticking out from the top of the man's head.

Blood flowed from all over his face and the man looked like he cried tears of blood.

His hands stayed outstretched and Melon let go of her daggers.

She had done everything she could. Her hands and face were also covered with blood and her wrists were numb by the amount of strength she used to hold the dagger as hard as she could.

She stepped backwards and the man's eyes weren't even visible because of the thick blood all over his face.

But if they watched closely, they would see that the man was still stuck on Melon's breasts.

Melon saw his hands still stretched like a zombie and the girl snapped:

"Get over them, man! They are not that much tempting. It's only flesh!"

Flashy felt the urge to refute her statement but he decided against it. Why should he show his desperation? Well, everyone knows he was desperate but why show it? So he kept quiet.

Melon's words made no effect on the four haired man but since he had lost most of his blood, everything came to an end.

THUD!

The man fell backwards.

His hands remained the way they were and the most painful part? He didn't die hard. He died while being hard.

Flashy would have found tears in his eyes as he found the criminal a man of culture. If only the man wasn't a rapist, he would have helped him to land a girl.

Nevertheless, there was no use in crying over spilled milk. Melon won and that was it.

The girl, after killing the man, slumped on the ground.

She and the other slaves were wearing the uniform of Abyssal Butchers and even Gerald too. Pablo had made them feel like they were part of the team. If they had different clothes then it would have made them feel out of place.

Melon laid back first on the ground, staring at the sky and she had a smile on her face.

She did her first kill and she came out of this alive.

Of course, she felt bad a little to kill someone but when she thought of what would have happened to her if she hadn't killed that creep, she felt right for her decision.

Also, she was fully convinced that she would die today but now that she won, she just couldn't contain her smile at all.

Pablo understood that so he made sure to say the praise for the girl.

"Well done, Melon. You did good. Not as good as Bush because instead of a pervert, he had gotten a serial killer. So his kill is still better than yours. Nonetheless, you outdid yourself. Good work."

Melon's smile turned wider but she didn't get up from the ground. The sudden relief she felt made her lethargic.

Pablo didn't mind that and like everyone else, he focused on another fight.

This time, Pablo looked at one more slave of his.

It was also a girl and her name was Ebony.

She had black skin so Pablo had named her like that and the criminal in front of her was the same type as Melon's criminal.

The man had no teeth, so his grin looked horrific and most of all, the man rubbed his crotch while staring at Ebony.

Pablo felt glad that the man didn't remove his black and white striped shorts and only did his work from outside. And as to what he was doing? He was simply jerking off while staring at Ebony.

The soldiers and other people watching this wrinkled their nose and some laughed at the absurdity.

However, Pablo was sure of one thing.

This criminal would also die.