Rika

#20

This is my second entry, last time I ended where I was invited by Kooto to go to his mansion and see their in-house doctor. Yeah, that was the name of the boy. The only son of the landlord in our town, the one who owned everything I have ever seen in my life, for I have never ventured out of this town before – someday I would, that was my dream, but I had not yet.

Then followed the happy days, needless to count every single thing we did or talked about. There was nothing wrong with me or Kooto, I mean nothing like concussions. Come to think about it now it's pretty impressive from modern day perspective that they knew about such things in the past. But anyways.

After the check up by the doctor he asked me to stay for dinner. He turned out to be a much nicer boy than just a posh little brat I originally thought he may be. He was intrigued when I asked him if they had any potatoes during dinner, because I was served a super nice lump of grilled meat like I have never tasted before, but I did miss my potatoes as it would have been perfect side to that amazing meal. He said he's never had potatoes before in his life, like never.

That's where we first noticed the vastly different lives we had lived. I was a commoner, as plain as one can be, just an average girl from a bit less than an average family selling things on the market that her father toiled for. My mother died when I was eight in the year of great plague. That was very sad but I held strong as I realized I was the only joy left in the world for my dad. If I wavered, he would too.

Kooto lived in a different world. Just like the potatoes for example, he has not experienced things that are completely normal for the commoners like me. But at the same time, he's experienced things that I thought I'd probably never experience in my life. He had maids in his household who seem to take care of everything, a private tutor to teach him about things that I never heard of (or understood the point of learning when he energetically explained to me), and every now and then had a trip to the capital during the royal festivals – gees, how I would have loved to go.

He came to see me every day at the market, and always bought something, be it fruit, cabbages, carrots, whatever. But I stopped him from doing so after a few times because I felt like he was doing this out of pity, and I didn't want to be pitied by him.

We spent every day exploring the area in the outskirts of the town. I showed him around the caves, forests, small ponds and streams, insanely big and awesome rocks that looked like an ancient giant had lobbed onto the middle of the land for no reason. He seemed to enjoy all of this. As much as it was exciting for me to hear about his visits to the capital and all the fantastic things that were on show in royal festivals, he was genuinely interested in the life and the environment of someone like me. But then it became quite apparent that it wasn't just because I was a curious commoner that he took an interest in me. I had never been 'loved' before by a boy, but a girl's sixth sense told me that he had feelings for me as boys do about girls.

This flattered me, but I never showed it. In every shy little smiles he made, every hastily made up excuses he came up with to cover up his feelings whenever it looked like he might end up revealing how he felt about me – I loved it. I told myself that the time would come some day and he would confess to me properly, and if that time came far enough in future it might even be a proposal for marriage. I would be married into a noble family, which scared me a little, but it also made me blush to think about such things, not that I was intimidated by joining the class where I did not belong, but to imagine Kooto and I would be together forever felt like a dream and an unbearably embarrassing thought at the same time.

Things went on like this for a few months. We've spent great summer together, watching many a sunsets as they turned the sky like a molten core, something he proudly explained to me once back then as something he learned from his tutor. How cute, when I think about it now. Considering there had been no active volcanoes in our country for half a millennium up to that year, the way he was fascinated by it must have been like how the modern day people are fascinated by legends of the old days that they have only heard as stories.

It was about a fortnight before the autumn festival of that year in our town, that he told me he was going to this year's royal festival in the capital. I was envious as hell, but I wished him well and asked him to tell me all about it when he gets back. He told me he will bring a special gift from the capital, and he has something important to tell me when he gets back – my gosh, I thought, no, I knew he was going to confess to me when he gets back, maybe on the first evening of the autumn festival if he gets back in time. I was nervous as hell since he left for the capital, but at the same time I couldn't wait for him to come back.

#21

This was the fifth girl I have killed in as many weeks. I was careful not to leave any trail but the town was already gripped by the horror of a serial killer on loose, and there had been reporters coming from the national TV to gather the news. Things were getting too high profile for my liking.

But as much ruckus my evil deeds were causing, the more indifferent I grew about taking the lives of clueless girls. At some point I decided that I would not call them 'innocent girls', because they probably were not, in one way or other, and it made it easier for me to brush it off and just keep going.

I remember the first time I killed a girl. It was an accident, but it was probably meant to end up that way in hindsight. Then I ended up killing another man – this man I would have to admit was an innocent man, just to get rid of the risk of getting caught. It's strange how quickly one's feelings adapt and change. I was trembling one minute after killing the first girl, but the next minute I killed an unrelated man without a second thought, almost instinctively, as I had some talent for it or something.

I was back in my room now indulging myself to be surrounded by Rika again. Tomorrow we will meet, and you would probably talk about this news of yet another girl murdered in this town, well, because these days there was no hotter topic than this. Then I will just listen innocently as if I had nothing to do with it, showing concern, comforting her, helping her to destress. Not that she seemed stressed about these things though.

#22

"So I was like, whatever, because I had no intention of getting mixed up with such crap. But that bitch really bothered me. The way she accused me of being a slut when I haven't done anything. It's not my fault that the boy confessed to me. If she liked him, and if he liked her, this would not have happened right? Some girls are always like this, I get sick of it"

"Ah, I'm sorry to hear that"

"What pisses me off even more is that now she's going around spreading all these rumours. Like how I was such a slut and always play and lead the boys on, just to turn them down. This is getting too much"

Poor Rika. She was the furthest girl from a slut that I could ever think of. She was absolutely, and totally indifferent to boys – sadly including myself, and now she gets accused of being a slut. What the fuck.

"So what are you gonna do?"

"What can I do? I would kill her if I could!"

"Maybe confront her directly about it?"

"No I don't want to have anything to do with that bitch again, and what's worse, her crush is still chasing after me, trying to chat me up around the school and stuff, and she keeps on seeing this and starts making worse and worse comments to everyone"

"That's fucked up. Who is that boy anyway?"

"Well, the blonde boy you vomited on before"

"Oh shit. Somehow I feel like I'm related to this mess. I'm sorry"

"Well, whatever – sorry I burst into this, you asked me how I find my school life since I transferred from out of town this year, so there you go. That's my current school life in a nut shell"

"And you have a boy who keeps on almost killing you"

"That's not funny at all"

"Sorry…"

"Let's just talk about something else"

"Right"

Few days later I was waiting in the alley where I knew that bitch Rika told me about would pass by. I have been trailing her and saw that she always takes this short cut on her way home. Not a smart move for a girl who makes such enemies as Rika.

Then I heard some footsteps and humming sound of a girl – this is her. I waited her to take a few more steps and jumped out right in front of her, for the maximum effect of intimidation. She was visibly startled and stuttered.

"What.. what do you want?"

"I want to talk to you"

"Who are you..?"

Then I could see that she was running her eyes from my head to my toes and seemed to be at least very slightly relieved that I was wearing the school uniform of our school – at least I'm not some random criminal on the back alley.

"The blonde dickhead you fancy, he beat me up, twice"

"What?!"

"I know it all. The first time he was confessing to the girl he actually likes – not you – I accidentally puked on his head"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"That was my bad. Anyways, for that he lured me to the school roof top and beat me up there"

"Whatever it was it sounds like you deserved it, you creep!"

Then she turned around and started to pace away

"Hey, I'm not done yet!" I quickly ran after her and grabbed her arm.

"What the heck! Let go of me you freak!"

"Then he beat me up the second time because I was going to confess to Rika"

"What..that slut again?"

"Don't call her that, you are the one who's acting like a bitch"

"What the hell do you know!"

"You see – the boy you like, whom I have to say is an asshole himself, but anyways, he obviously likes her and has no interest in you. He probably never will. Rika has not led him on. He just likes her that much, to go out of her way to beat up some random pleb like me just for even trying to get closer to her"

"I'm sick of hearing this bitch's name! Fuck Rika!"

Then she tried to yank her arm out from my grip, which I just realized that I was still holding firmly.

"Anyways, my point is – give it up. You are barking up a wrong tree"

"You freak, what has all this got to do with you"

"Look I'm just here to explain the situation so you'll give it up and stop spreading shit rumours out of spite"

Then her head dropped and she started to tremble slightly. I let go of her arm and just stood there in silence. Maybe what I said was right, but maybe it was a bit weird to confront her like this in this dodgy back alley, and maybe it was too cruel the way I said the things

"I fucking hate people like you!"

Suddenly the girl flashed out a knife from the side pocket of her backpack – a butterfly knife? What kind of a girl carries such things?

Then I realized she didn't take out the knife just to threaten me, she was actually launching herself onto me with the knife pointed at my throat. Fack

Purely out of instinctive reflex, I stretched out both of my arms to grab her front arm holding the knife, twisting it upwards to change its course. This has saved my life, but freakishly it meant that her head still moved forward with the momentum of the launch, her arm folded with the knife jerking upward. The knife went cleanly through the spot where the bottom of jaws stop and the top of the throat begins, splashing blood all over.

I was still grabbing her knife holding arm as the knife was still stuck on her throat. Her eyes were fixed on mine full of lunatic rage – this is one hell of a crazy bitch, but fuck no, this shouldn't have happened.

In my stupid panic, I quickly grabbed the knife out of her hand and pulled it out – but I yanked on it too hard and not straight out so the knife ended up slashing downwards on her throat, making even more blood spurt out.

She dropped onto the concrete floor clutching at her throat, her eyes still firmly fixed on mine, still full of rage, but fading slowly. Oh fuck, what did I do.

"Furrrck you…"

The girl spat out her final words with great struggle and died.

#23

"You killed thirteen girls, and a man, from what I gathered"

"I did no such thing"

Whack. I felt a whip land across my bare stomach, sending bolt of pain across my whole body. I was tied onto the bed, and I was no longer on drugs. I could feel the pain every time I got whipped, and every time my body jumped up in reaction the restraints holding my limbs down dig into my skin.

"Let's cut the lies. I'm not asking you for confirmation. I'm telling you what I already know"

The room was still dark and I couldn't see anything. Maybe the guy had a night vision goggles on for all I know, because his whipping was very precise, deliberately landing on the same spots multiple times.

"Fuck. What do you want from me"

Whack.

"That does not sound like someone who repent"

"Fuck you"

Whack.

"You know you shouldn't die right? For the sake of your precious Rika"

"Fuck. Why are you doing this?"

"Like I said, as long as you are here I'm certain that Rika will show up, to rescue her poor little slave"

"You little piece of shit!"

Whack. Oh fack.

"Now. I know what you did and I have some theories, but I want to hear it in your own words – why did you do all this?"

"I said, fuck you"

Whack, whack, whack.

"You know I can kill you. Like right now. It may not matter to you, but it will matter to Rika, aren't I right?"

Jesus, how does he know?

"Right, you fuck. I did kill them all. What do you want?"

"Let's start with the first one – why did you call Rika's classmate?"

"It was a fucking accident!"

Whack.

"You accidentally plant a knife through a girl's throat in a back alley?"

"Seriously, I didn't mean it. I was sorry about it too"

"You seem to kill a lot of people by 'accident'. Some people you've killed multiple times"

Shit.

"I have no fucking clue what you are talking about"

Whack.

"Let's move on. Then you killed a man in the public toilet. What happened there?"

"It was a fucking accident!"

Whack – this time the whip lands across my face. Fack this stings.

"Don't test my patience! You kill two people in the space of an hour, in different locations, by accident?"

"Yes you stupid fuck! I'm telling it like it is"

Then unexpected, the man went silent, that made me more nervous as I was expecting another crack of whip.

"Let's suppose you are telling the truth. You killed the first girl by accident. Then you killed another man – possibly as a cover up. These two murders you did not intend"

"Now you get it"

Whack. Fack. On my nose.

"And the second girl?", I hear a very faint tremble in his voice.

I could not answer him. Because it wasn't an accident.

Then the brutal whipping began all over my body and all I could do was wail in pain while he screamed "Why! Why did you kill her!"

#24

It was a few days after I accidentally killed the 'bitch' that crossed Rika. I couldn't believe what I have done – how was a teenage boy supposed to react to accidentally committing a murder? Strangely though, I did not go into any mental break down, and I was able to nervously, but calmly continue my following days. The murder was reported on the same night on the local news channel, and it caused quite a stir in the school the next day, as expected. I wanted to see Rika for some comfort, although there was no way I could tell her about what happened, especially considering that I somehow was trying to do something for her, but with a terrible unexpected end result, as always.

But just as the luck would have it, she seemed to be occupied with some things in the following days. We could not meet up during lunch times or after school, and she just replied "sorry next time" to my texts. This made me nervous – did she suspect anything? But even the police hasn't visited me yet, nobody knows. But then again, this happened specifically after she told me about this girl, so maybe she could reasonably suspect? But again, do I – or any other normal school boy in my age – look like someone who can commit murder and casually turn up at school the next day?

The second murder of the man in the toilet also made the news. Initially as a separate news, but soon the police and the media caught on that the weapon that was likely used for both murders were the same, or very similar. So all of sudden, the whole town was getting gripped with the fear of a possible serial killer on loose. For fuck's sake, I'm just a normal boy who got into some horrible accident.

On one unexpected afternoon, I received a text message from Rika just before the school finished. "Let's meet up after school today" it said.

Hence we met up after school, and she duly greeted me. We just talked about random casual stuff, and walked towards the mall which was not so far away from our school, and got a table in the café where we went previously, the very same place where Rika first told me about this girl that was bugging her, which was the start of this horrible incident.

"So what do you think about the double murder on the news?", she casually dropped the question when there was that moment in conversation between friends where a transition to a new topic would be the most natural thing to do. My heart dropped like a rock but I stayed calm.

"It's scary as hell. Two people murdered on the same day. We haven't even had a single murder case in this town in years"

"Is that so" – was this even a question?

"er, so, what do you think?" – was I looking for some justification?

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know, the girl was that got killed.. she was someone you hated"

"Well, of course I can't say I'm 'glad' that she died like that, but objectively my life is better without her" – I felt vindicated.

"That's very truthful and brave thing for you to say"

"Why brave?"

"Most people would feel guilty – unjustifiably I have to say – that someone they hated died a horrible death, you know, like bad conscience kinda thing"

"Heck, it wasn't me. People die when they are killed. Such is life"

"Right. People die when they are killed.."

Then she turned her head away slightly and murmured something, just soft enough for me to hear but not clear enough to be certain what she said, but it sounded like "but not everyone"

"Sorry? What did you say?"

"Button it up"

"Huh?"

"Your trousers button. It's embarrassing"

I then looked down and noticed that I was slouching back on the chair with legs parted, with my trousers unbuttoned.

"Oops. Sorry"

"sigh.. you really are clumsy, to the extent your clumsiness could kill"

My heart sank again, but she probably didn't mean anything by that, and she does use the word 'kill' a lot anyways.

"Haha..er.. yes, I knocked you out accidentally too when we first met"

"Yes and you tried to check out my fangs. What was that all about?"

"Er.. I don't know. It was stupid of me. I just saw you sleeping and you had your arms crossed across your chest, and I just thought, oh, she's like a vampire, and the curiosity got better of me before I even realise what I was doing"

"You really can't control yourself – your train of (ridiculous) thoughts get straight into action"

"Well, that's probably why I don't have many friends.."

"Poor you. Anyways. Let's go"

Then we walked out of the café, said good bye to each other and headed home separately.

#25

It was the start of the autumn festival, which took place on the night of a full moon following the end of summer. Everyone in town was excited and busy preparing for the annual occasion. Markets closed early for the little girls like me, and stalls were put up specifically for the festival, selling yummy food and specially brewed drinks. It was only the last year that there was the first firework in our town, but this year everyone was already expecting and looking forward to it as if this was something that was 'part of tradition'.

I dressed up in my best dress (still not 'noble' in anyway, but at least they weren't like rags) and strolled through the main festival street with my dad. I was enjoying the evening but to be honest my heart was beating nervously the whole time – will Kooto come back tonight? Unless something happened along the way like a late summer storm or something like that, he should be arriving this evening. Will he come straight to the festival? Or would he be too tired from the journey and come see me tomorrow instead. What did he bring for me as a present from the capital? What was he going to tell me when he sees me again.. was it really going to be a confession?

As I was filled with these thoughts, someone tapped on my shoulder,

"Hey Dori, you having a good evening?"

It was my childhood friend Meto. We always used to play on the field together but not so much these days, firstly because he worked on the field during the day and I was at the market, and secondly because all my free time were now occupied with Kooto.

"Oh hi, long time no see! How's you?"

"I'm fine. You wanna look around together for a while?" – Meto asked me and looked at my dad, as if to ask for permission

"You guys go ahead, I will go get some specialty mead!", dad replied with a smile on his face. He doesn't drink often but he did like the festival mead.

"Sure, we haven't hung out together in a long time"

"Sweet! Let's go then"

Then we went around the festival together for a while. I thought it was good to spend some time with my friend again.

"Dori, can I ask something?"

"What?"

"You seem to hangout with that son of the landlord awfully a lot these days"

"Oh.. yes. Is that strange?"

"Yes.. the nobles.., they don't really care for us plebs do they?"

"That's not true at all! We have great time together and we talk about many things – he's always curious to hear about the way we live"

"He's just playing and leading you on, Dori"

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

"I'm a guy. I can tell. He's just messing with you"

"Stop it. It's not very nice of you to say such things, and you have no idea"

"Do you.. like him?"

I must have blushed instantly as I felt my face was getting hot.

"That's none of your business"

"I knew it. You like this pretentious scum"

"Shut your mouth – you are way out of the line"

"Have you ever thought of me as a guy?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh well, never mind. Sorry I was a bit worked up"

"Why would you be?"

"Dori, you are my good friend. I care for you a lot. Awfully lot. I just didn't want you to get hurt by a bad man"

"Thanks for the care, but c'mon, you don't even know him"

"I guess. Sorry. I was out of line"

"Apology accepted"

Then we walked a little longer, a bit of an awkward silence between us, but we go back a long time and it's not the first time we quarreled. Heck, it was just a verbal spat after all, when we were kids we used to actually throw punches at each other, the thought of that made me chuckle a bit.

"What are you laughing about?"

"Ah nothing. I was just thinking about how we used to get in to fight and punch each other when we were young. Now we are just fighting with words – I guess we both grew up a little"

"Haha. That's right. You surely did grow a lot"

"Meh, I'm still too short though, I wish I was a bit taller"

"Nah it's cute for a girl to be short. Anyway, can I buy you a drink to make up for earlier bad?"

"Cool! Sure"

Then Meto gave me a thumbs up and a wink and walked across the crowd to a drinks stall, popping back out shortly with two wooden mugs on his hands.

"It's the Autumn Juice – you've always liked this"

"Thanks!"

"Cheers, and bottoms up!"

The wooden mugs made a blunt sound as we cheered and we both gulped down the juice in one go. Somehow it didn't taste so good, like slightly bitter. Maybe one of the fruits didn't mature so well this year. It's pity. But I didn't want to comment on it as Meto made the nice gesture of buying them for me.

"Let's get back to my old man. I think he'd be worried if I come back too late"

"Sure"

Then we started to walk back, but after few steps I felt like I was feeling a bit tipsy.. I looked to the side to ask Meto if he feels alright – because we drank the same juice – but I couldn't move my mouth properly and felt like I was only drooling when I was trying to speak. I couldn't even slur.

Meto then looked at me and smiled.

"Are you alright?"

I wanted to say help me Meto, but I really couldn't speak and I felt my knees were giving away.

"Oh you look awfully unwell. I think you need to have a lie down"

Meto put his arms around me to prop me up and started to walk towards a nearby inn. My feet were just dragging on the stone paved ground and I could no longer stand straight by myself. What's happening to me? And where is Meto taking me?

I was feeling so dizzy that I can't clearly remember how it happened, but I remembered us entering the inn, Meto giving a few coins to the inn keeper who gave him a slimy grin and a thumbs up, and then Meto carried me upstairs into a room on his back. He gently laid me down on the bed and just stared at me for a minute, and I was starting to feel a bit better and my mind was clearing up, but my body got worse and I couldn't move myself at all.

"Oh Dori. I wished our first time would be nicer"

What's got into his head?

"But you left with no option but this. I can't let you be taken by that little fag. He can own everything in this town, but not you. You are mine"

What the fuck is this.

"I'm going to make love to you Dori. Why have you never looked at me as a man, I don't know. Maybe we've known each other since too young.. but now we'll make love and you will see what a man I am.

Oh god no. This fucking piece of shit!

"Once we are done you will be mine forever. No noble fag will take a girl who is not a maiden. Your first time will be me, and you will always be mine"

Please help. Somebody. But I still couldn't make any sound. I wanted to scream so bad but nothing could be done.

It was like watching an inevitable horror show, where you knew what was going to happen, you wanted it to stop, but the ultimate moment of the worst nightmare just kept on getting closer. I saw Meto get undressed and walk towards me, stroking his disgusting dick that was already pointing up. This is the worst.

"I know you can't move. I was told the potion will have this effect for a while, but I don't know if you can feel anything during the effect lasts. It would be a pity if you couldn't"

I fucking wish I couldn't. I fucking wish I just died, right here, right now, than be taken by this disgusting piece of shit.

Then the inevitable came. He started to undress me, against all my will, and there was absolutely nothing I could do, no way I could resist, I was paralysed as if I was in a witch's spell, it must be the sick potion he must have gotten somewhere and slipped into my drink.

I was now fully exposed. I was dying inside in shame and humiliation, self-pity and rage. I couldn't even move my eye lids to close them. My eyes were getting dry and the tears started to roll out, but I would have cried anyway. Then I felt something horribly disgusting thrust into me. I could feel it and it hurt so fucking much. This is it. It's all over now. I'm fucked. Literally.

I wanted to look away, but Meto was right on top of me. His face close to mine, looking right into my eyes. It was so disgusting. I wished I could kill him with my eyes. Then he started to hump faster and faster, panting like an animal, and I could feel something grossly warm shoot and squirm into my tummy. This motherfucker. Why did this happen to me. Why. How is such a thing allowed to happen.

After what seemed like an eternity where he just stopped still with his repulsive thing in my body, he finally pulled it out and rolled his body over next to mine, and wrapped his arms around me, fondling my breast. You fucking molester. I will kill you. I swear I will kill you.

"How was it honey?"

Even his voice felt sticky, like his sweaty body pressed against my naked body.

That's when I heard loud thumping sound outside the room, and in a very short moment the door of the room flung open, the lock that kept the door shut getting yanked out of the door frame and flew across the room to smash the window. To my absolute joy and horror, it was Kooto. Oh god. He's here to save me. But I can't bear to live with the fact that he's seen me like this. Please. Turn back the time, to the day before all this happened, or even to the day before I met Kooto, or even to the day before I was even born into this fucked up world.

"What… how could you..", Kooto was trembling with rage.

"What's up boy? Why are you disturbing us lovers?", Meto cheekily taunted him with a disgusting smirk on his face.

"How.. how could you.. and I wanted to..", Kooto could barely speak coherently, and his voice was cracking.

"Get outta here little boy. You have no business here"

Just as Meto finished these words, Kooto flashed out a dagger from the inside pocket of his coat and lunged onto the bed. Meto was completely caught by surprise and all he could do was lift his arms up trying to cover his face, which only resulted in a few of his right fingers getting slashed off clean, and he let out a squeal like a pathetic little girl.

"I kill you. I fucking kill you"

Kooto was not done. Just as Meto was grabbing his now mutilated right hand with his left hand, he found the opening and stuck his dagger right into Meto's eye.

"Fuuuuuuck!"

I can't say I felt sorry for this piece of shit. I would have liked to do this to him myself, but it was horribly gory and I wished I could turn my eyes away.

Kooto looked like he was possessed. After he pulled out the dagger from Meto's eye, he lifted the dagger high and plunged it right into Meto's chest. I could hear something crack, maybe the dagger crushed through his ribs. But it wasn't over yet. Kooto pulled out the knife again and went on a mad rampage of stabbing and slashing the fucker, as if to turn him into a pulp.

After the moment of violent madness. It was all over. I was crying inside. I couldn't even feel happy anymore that Kooto came to revenge for me. It was all too late. Now I was ruined. He might have been enraged with Meto, but it didn't change the fact that I was no longer a maiden, I could never be his again. What could have been, the infinite possibility of our future was cruelly destroyed, as much as the cowardly man laying next to me whose corpse no longer even resembled that of a human body.

"Why… how could you do this.."

Kooto then finally turned his eyes on me. I wanted to move my limbs to cover my bare breasts but I still couldn't move myself. I wanted to say something to him although I didn't know what exactly, but I physically couldn't anyway.

"and I thought… I thought we could…"

I know Kooto. We could have been something special. We already had something special.

"How could you cheat on me like this.. what a fool I was.."

What the fuck?

"What a fucking stupid fool I was! And what a fucking stupid shit I prepared!"

Then Kooto took out something small from his another inside pocket and threw it down, and it made a metallic clang as it hit the floor. Was this.. a ring? Oh my.. he brought a ring.. he was going to..

"I'm such a fucking idiot! I loved you! I really loved you.. and I thought we could.. even be married – I waited all this time to make tonight a special night"

I'm sorry Kooto..

".. and you betray me like this"

What – hold on,

".. and you can't even speak for yourself – yeah that's right, you know what you did, you got caught red handed, or more like, with your legs wide open, you fucking slut"

No. Fuck. He's misunderstanding the whole thing.

"I hate you. I fucking hate you"

Please, get your head straight. This is not what you think

"So be it. Let's end it right here. You've got anything to say for yourself?"

I wish I could speak. I wished with all my heart and soul, but I couldn't.

"That does it. You can't even say sorry for the last time. You fooled me all this time while fucking around behind my back"

No!

"Good bye.. Rika….I loved you.."

Then he brought the dagger to my throat and cut it deep from left to right. Kooto – this is wrong. This is just so fucking wrong. I can die. I wished I die when all this disgusting shit was happening. But I can't die misunderstood like this. This is so fucking wrong. So fucking unfair. You really are a fool.

Then everything was fading to black. I heard some more footsteps coming up the stairs. I couldn't see anything anymore. The cut on my throat hurt so much and I felt like suffocating in my own blood. I heard some loud gasps. There must be a small crowd of people in the room or something.

"Master Kooto Biaz. You are under arrest. Please drop your weapon and give yourself up"

I heard a manly voice speak. It must be the town's constable. And I heard sobbing sound of a lady, which morphed into barely audible whisper

"Tobi… oh Tobi… what have you done.."

That was it. That's how I died. The first time.