The Story of Nakamura

2 years before

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I wake up after hearing the vile thing Count Henry said the previous night. I've already sketched out a plan in my head.

I'm gonna kill him.

I don't think I've ever felt such anger towards somebody.

"She died a gruesome death but what did she expect with being passed around a bunch of noblemen?"

How could he say such a vile thing about mother. There's no way she could've wanted that.

"Hello Sandro."

I bow to the heir of the Henry family.

"Greetings, good sir. How may I assist you?"

"Go get me some tea. Also while you're at it tell my father I need to speak to him privately as soon as possible."

Has he already caught on? No, he's just a stupid heir. He barely even got an education for crying out loud. There's no chance.

"Yes sir."

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A few hours have passed. It seems the Count is far too busy to be troubled with his pesky son. I almost feel bad for him.

He's only a few years older than me after all. How can I not feel any sympathy? Oh wait... he's just as bad of a person as his father.

In fact, now that I really think about it, it wouldn't feel so wrong to kill him too but I'll leave that up to somebody else.

I smile.

"Sandro, what are you smiling at? What could a mere servant be so happy about, huh?"

"Remember what we talked about before, Sandro. You must not show any sign of emotion other than admiration for me and my family. I may be the heir but I can still scold you as you are my personal servant. You remember what happened in the chamber, yes?"

He smirks at me. Seems he's amused by the sight of somebody stronger than him being degraded so easily.

"I'm very sorry sir. It will not happen again."

"That's right. Now Sandro, go get me the most recent whore I've been using, okay? She is quite a nice touch to all the typical basic ones. You have a keen eye indeed."

"Of course sir. She will be in here shortly."

I suppose the time is approaching of everybody heading to their sleep chambers. That means it's almost time to put the plan into action. Fuck, I can't help but be excited.

Is it really as thrilling as some people say? I remember the day that the famous Rose killer was found and caught. They declared a public beheading as soon as a few hours passed after his confrontation.

They asked him one last question before completing the beheading. They asked him "Why did you commit this crime?" He simply said "The power I had over their lives and the fear I saw in their eyes just made me want to keep going and for the record... I don't regret it."

While I don't think I would fully agree with what he said, maybe I will also like the power I feel. Especially because Count Henry deserves it.

I look out the window. It's dark outside. I hear the noise of doors closing echo through the halls of the residence. I begin to feel even more excitement.

I make my way to my sleeping chambers. I open the drawer and I get the dagger out. It shined beautifully in the light of the candle I lit previously.

I can hear the faint moaning of the whore and the heir. When I first heard such noises as a young child, I was interested. By now, I've heard them so much that I have no reaction. I no longer feel the heat spread throughout my body nor do I feel myself growing hard and I definitely don't feel the envy for the heir that I once did. Maybe someday I'll meet somebody just like the heir has.

I must get going now. I can't keep getting distracted by such noises.

I quietly but hastily walk towards the counts sleeping chamber. I slowly open the huge door that is nearly three times the size of me. If he was in his younger days, he would no doubt be making love to a woman but he's grown far too old for such things.

Maybe he can't get it up anymore. I lift a corner of my mouth softly laughing to myself.

I walk over to his bed and I stare at him for a moment. He's a heavy sleeper. Maybe I could... make this even more thrilling?

I slowly position myself above him on the bed. I look down at his closed eyes and rested face with one of my arms resting on each side of his pillow.

I position my hands around his neck, waiting for him to simply open his eyes and look at me in fear or any emotion for that matter.

I notice him slowly opening his eyes. I start tightening my grip. His gasps for air can be heard. I start smiling.

I take one of my hands away from his neck as I notice his gasps for air weakening. I grab the dagger and I begin stabbing him. I can feel the skin under the dagger slice open and blood begins gushing out. I stab him a few more times to simply get it over with.

"You really gave out that easy.. tsk tsk. Old bastard."

"I suppose it's my time to go now. Say hello to my parents for me old man."

I begin walking out of his bedroom and pass by the heirs bedroom. It seems the moans have stopped. Did she really follow my orders? I begin to open the door of the heirs room and through the crack of the door I see his lifeless body lying on his bed, covered in blood.

Like father, like son.