"Please, spare me! I repent! I repent before you! Xiaoqing... I don't want to die! I really don't want to die!"
The immense pain forced those pleading words from his throat.
The blood-clad woman's blood-red eyes stared at him.
Between her teeth, she still held the bloody flesh she had torn from his body.
She stopped.
She staggered upright from where she had been gnawing on his mangled body, her hair disheveled, and picked up the bloody Bone-Cleaving Knife.
The dawn sunlight shone from behind her. The shadow cast over him left him unable to see her expression beneath her black hair.
Her blood-red lips moved slowly.
"I begged you back then, too. Did you spare me?"
Squelch-
With a shrill, hysterical scream.
His entire arm was hacked off with a single stroke of the rust-covered Bone-Cleaving Knife. The crimson blood sprayed like the last glow of a bloodstained sunset.
"First, you cut off my arm. You said you were going to make soup with it for my daughter. You said you were enjoying the expression on my face..."
Her lips murmured.
Then, slowly.
With one stroke, she sliced off half his face, sending it falling onto the stone-paved road some distance away.
Blood spurted. Charles let out another shrill scream of agony, struggling to cover his bloody face.
"Then you ruined my face. You said you didn't like seeing me cry..."
She lowered her head, the bloody knife held in her hand.
She staggered and sank to her knees beside him.
Her sharp nails gripped his scalp.
"You said you wanted to keep something of mine. You said you loved my skin most of all, that it always reminded you of those early days when we were in love. So you wanted to touch me forever..."
"Aaaaaaagh-"
At that