A Terminal Cancer Patient's Revenge for Her Sister

Chapter 5

I helped Hannah put Vanessa into a bag and threw it to the garbage. Then I clubbed Hannah unconscious when she wanted to leave.

At 3 AM. Vanessa woke, tied to a pillar. Her eyes darted around the dim room, panic rising. Shadows stretched across the dusty concrete floor.

"You? Why?" Her voice quivered, fear and cold seeping into her bones.

I laughed coldly, sliding an box cutter across her pale cheek. "Why'd you do that to Ann?"

Recognition flickered. "Ann? I remember. You're her sister, from the parent-teacher meeting."

"Smart girl," I sneered. "For someone who met me once."

Vanessa's words rushed out. "It's a misunderstanding! Ann and I were friends. I invited her for dinner!"

Her terror echoed my sister's helpless face. "I bet she looked at you just as scared, huh?"

"No, please! I never hurt Ann. The others—Ahhh!"

A scream pierced the night as I carved an arc across her face. Blood trickled down to the grimy floor.

"This is illegal!" she cried.

Another scream. The arc became a cross.

"Oops, slipped. Not as pretty," I mused, ignoring her pleas. "I'm rusty. It’s been years since I've done art."

Vanessa's voice cracked. "I'm sorry! I was wrong. Please..."

I grabbed her throat, my face twisted with rage. "Is this how Ann begged? Did you show mercy?"

Between coughs, Vanessa choked, "I... never thought... Ann would... jump..."

I laughed bitterly, my eyes stinging. "You 'never thought? You deserve death!"

The cutter danced across her skin, each stroke more precise.

"I'm really getting the hang of this," I remarked, admiring my work.

Vanessa's eyes widened, voice reduced to whimpers.

"Oh, right. You filmed Ann, too."

Ignoring her frantic head-shaking, I stripped her and started recording. Every angle captured on my phone.

"Don't worry, I'll share this masterpiece. The whole world will see."

The cold blade traced patterns as I mused, "Black, white, and red—truly classic."

Vanessa's screams weakened as the floor grew sticky with blood. When she passed out, my grieving heart felt slightly soothed.

I washed my bloodied arms and face with a bottle of water, changed into clean clothes, and allowed a moment of dark satisfaction.

Crystal was the next.