Author's POV "So how would you like to die,you bloody w***e?" A man asked the woman who was tied to a chair in front of him. "Please, spare me. I didn't do anything now," she pleaded, terrified by the man. "I promise to leave this city and go away from here, "she cried. "Hmmm...that's exactly what I want to do. To sent you away, "he told her with an evil smirk. "W-Why are you doing this to me?" The woman asked him. "Hahaha...you dare ask me the reason.,Bloody harlot," he yelled, twisting her arms while she shrieked in pain. "You ...you are the reason that my buttercup is not with me. You and your slutty daughter are the reason she is married to that bastard. Now I will ask you again. How do you want to die? "He asked her while taking a knife from the side table and sliting her thighs

