XXIV - Was I to decide if she died instead of me?

[ Later in the future ]

- Omniscient Narrator -

The screams of pain and agony echoed through the room, like an echo in an empty room, repetitive and sharp; a non-musical melody that could satisfy the most perverse and hallucinated ears; a mixture of pleasure and ecstasy, like a harmful drug.

The dance that the four-walled space perceived, was being adorned by the dark color and pungent odor of living blood, flowing like water fountain from the jugular.

How damaged could a human being be to lose sensitivity to another human being?

What level of dementia was needed to work as a serial killer?

What punishments did he have to receive to lose his sanity?

Was there a choice?

Was there such power, in a world full of leaders and slaves?

How many lives did it take to get his hands on to stop, or was there no return from that abyss?

Her slender fingers wrapped around Dax's neck, her gaze furtive and charged with emotions that could not be recognized by the mind; she seemed into