This story continues from the original story written by Wright. Thank you for coming to read~

P.S. The original story was unable to add more episodes because it had already ended, so it had to be continued here. Please allow me to use the same picture so readers will remember.

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The episode was written from Jack Wright's point of view and required him to play the role of a psychopath...sometimes he had to laugh alone in the room. Therefore, if the writing is not good, it means that the writer cannot really reach you. I apologize in advance.

Warning! The following content is quite sick. Anyone who doesn't like it, don't read it.

"This is Darren~"

A blonde-haired girl in her 20s can see it. She pulled her hair tie closer to her lips in a seductive and sultry manner and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her beautiful cleavage. I broke the kiss before answering her sweetly.

"What's up, darling? :)"

This little girl's thin waist was hugged lovingly. Make this soft body close to mine It must have felt so good to have my razor-sharp blade cut into her skin.

Ah....I'll be able to do it again soon. Haha...

"Hurry up and make me yours."

"Don't hurry....you know we can't do this in a dark alley like this."

When I finished speaking, I picked up the cute gloves that were hanging on the belt under my shirt and put them on, which made the little girl a little suspicious.

"Nah...what is that? You look so scared ^^;"

"It's not sharp :)"

I tilted my head with a smile before flipping the claw back and forth for her to see.

"Do you think it's beautiful?"

"Ah...Eh haha, of course---"

Shock!!

Before she could finish speaking, my claws slashed into the little girl's abdomen. She was stunned and stared at me incomprehensibly. Some of his body trembled with fear before he started running.

"Grrr!!!"

"Hahaha, where do you think you're going to run to?... :)"

The beautiful blade slashed into her back, causing her to collapse before she could run any further. Thick red blood spread everywhere, and a fishy smell began to permeate her. A warm neck was squeezed before I lifted the writhing body and slashed the girl's crook, not wanting her to run again. From now on, you can have fun to the fullest, hehe....

"What's wrong little girl...oh....are you scared?"

As soon as her body fell to the ground, she made a pitiful attempt to crawl away to save her life. Ah...my adrenaline is rushing. Okay, now it's fun.

"Please...please Mr. Darren!!"

Tears of fear flowed out like a broken dam. Oh....it's dead. I squatted down and wiped her tears with a smile.

"By the way...I haven't asked your name yet."

She was still trying to crawl away. Damn it....not cute at all.

Shock!!

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" Huh....huh....please....anyone!!"

Okay....now she doesn't have any legs. Her consciousness almost disappeared when she saw her helpless state. I asked her name and she didn't answer. Really disrespectful. Sigh...

"I'm asking for your name..."

"Huh....Huh"

But I like the way she shakes....it's cute :)

"You don't have to answer...."

Her body trembled even more as I placed a kiss on her ear before whispering softly.

"Tomorrow's newspaper will tell me."

"Looks like....her name is Diane."

I read the article in the newspaper and told the person sitting next to me that I really liked it when he rested his head on my shoulder like this.

"You probably don't like it when I'm killing people around like this."

Yes, I know because he was very angry with me when he killed that sailor girl....

"Then what do you say to me... Naib?"

"What are you saying here?"

He didn't open his eyes to look at me. Naib must have fallen asleep. Sigh... I put down the newspaper and walked the little body up the stairs to the bedroom. Lay him down on the bed as gently as possible so as not to damage his body before covering him with blankets.

"sweet dreams"

When he finished speaking, I kissed his purple lips, which were cold because his blood hadn't pumped for nearly two days, before slipping into the blankets and hugging his small body. His body had never been warmer than this. But it doesn't matter as long as I can hold his hand. That's enough when you think about it. So I reached out and held his small warm hand. It made me sleep easily because it felt good to have him next to me.

The next day...

"Do you like it?"

"What did you say...?"

When I finished drawing, I went to ask the person lying on the sofa's opinion, but why didn't he answer anything?

".....Are you asleep again? Haha. Really sleepy."

I shook my head at the irritating young man before taking his pinky-less hand and kissing it.

"I'll....bring the work over. You wait here."

Oh wow...Naib didn't run away while I wasn't there, he was still sleeping in the same place. So happy.... I walked towards him with a smile and sat down on the carpet near him because he had already taken over my sofa.

"My employer says I still draw as beautifully as ever. Heh, I'm tired of hearing it."

"But I would be very happy if you would say it."

"You haven't woken up yet? I'm starting to miss you."

It's been many days since he refused to talk to me...is he angry at me? Of course...it must be right. How could it be any other way?

“You were angry that I cut off your finger....I'm sorry. I won't do it anymore."

"So...please...talk to me!"

I never thought that I could be this stupid. At this time, he could only wipe away his own tears that flowed for no reason.... All good children tend to sleep at night. I must be a bad child. That's why God punished....punished severely.

"I hate God....what do you say?"

And he still punished me. Damn it....it would be better to take Naib up to the bed. As soon as the little person was scooped up and picked up, the dangling arm suddenly fell out because the body was beginning to decompose....

no! no!! No. If his arm is broken, I can't hold his hand!!

I laid his body down as gently as possible and grabbed a box of needles and thread to sew his arm back together.

"Don't worry, I'll practice--- no...no, no...I'll heal you myself...!"

When inserting the thread into the hole of the needle I began to sew, carefully keeping my hands from shaking and hoping that his skin wouldn't fray and fall off further.

After sewing Naib's arm back to normal, I kissed his temperatureless lips before hugging him.

"Th...that's all....it's okay....let's go to sleep."

"What do you think?"

I asked after showing him the beautiful silver ring and slipping it on the ring finger of my left hand, whose skin was now dry and covered in bone.

"This time I didn't lie..."

"Let's get married."

"You can refuse again but...say something, whatever you want."

When the person lying there kept quiet, I gently shook his little body, hoping he would answer me but....

Pok!

His head fell off because his body was already rotting....Can't...can't!! If he doesn't have a head, I can't kiss him!!

"I...I'm sorry! I'll take care of you now!!"

As I was walking to pick up a box of needles and thread, I happened to notice it.

.....That letter was on the dining room table. Looks like God must have given me a chance.

-Naib-

"....Kill me."

"Keeh....I want to do it too."

A cold hand caressed the wound on his neck. The first wound he gave me

"But I like this better."

"Together happily forever :)"

Jack locked me up in his own house. Today he had to take the finished picture and send it to his employer who said he would come back in 30 minutes. That was enough for me to walk into the kitchen to find the sleeping pills he had used on me.

Warning: This medicine is dangerous. Do not take more than 3 tablets. Not suitable for children under 13.

Three pills?...I ate them all and somehow I didn't think I'd wake up again. Thinking of this, I opened the top of the medicine bottle and poured it all into my hand--

Plenty!!

My hand was brushed. The medicine in his hand was scattered all over the floor. A tall, slender figure appeared in front of him. Of course I was shocked that he suddenly appeared like this, but what was more shocking was....his face right now.

When I met his red-clad eyes, it was as if he was....huh?? Are you crying?

"What did you say?"

Those were the first words he said to me. After discarding these drugs Of course I don't understand. Then suddenly Jack rushed over and shook my arm like a crazy person.

"I told you what to say!!"

push!!

"What's wrong with you?!"

I pushed the bastard until he fell backwards and sat on the ground. Jack was silent, his head buried in his temples. That made me completely incomprehensible before soft sobs began to sound.

"Huh...."

This murderer....cries? As he got closer, I was pulled into a hug so tight that my face almost fell over. What the fuck!?

"what--"

"Don't die."

"Too busy! You can let it go..."

Jack agrees to let go for good? This is strange...I thought he would do more but no. He just sat there wiping his own tears. At first I planned to walk away but he was like this. Can't help but be worried....

"Do you want to tell me what the hell happened?"

When I finished asking, Jack looked up at me with tears in his eyes until I started to feel sad, like I had done something to him.

"....I love you."

"look for?"

What the hell is this?

“I'm sorry I didn't say this at all. But I really love you.”

What else is this guy going to lie about? I won't be fooled again. Thinking of this, I walked away and left him alone but....

"I killed that girl because back then you were only interested in her."

What he said made me stop walking and turn around to look at him.

“You keep saying Martha wanted help and went to see her right then and there. I just thought I wanted to kill that girl but that wasn't the case. I'm still upset that you visited her grave. I am displeased that you are interested in a dead person when I am actually standing next to you.”

Jack stood up and walked over to him. He held my arm tightly before I could walk away from him again.

“You want to know why I killed that girl, right? That's the answer."

How am I supposed to feel....glad that he told me?

...No, he had no right to kill Martha no matter what the reason was....and I could never forgive him.

"so? No matter what the reason, you don't have the right to kill her anyway.”

"....I can stop now. Everything."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Okay...this is very unusual. Suddenly this idiot rushed in and stopped me from killing myself and then cried and said that he was repentant and wouldn't do it anymore.

"If you think you're going to trick me again, stop it."

Jack gritted his teeth and trembled.

"I just don't want you to die."

"I'm not dead yet!"

I was annoyed because I had made up my mind before I died, but this guy came in and destroyed everything. Did he want to keep me and torture me?

When everyone was quiet, I had a chance to calm myself down and figure out what was going on.

"In conclusion, I won't send work to the employer anymore."

"Tell me that you won't kill yourself."

"It's none of your business."

The tall figure squeezed my arm tightly, but when he saw that I wasn't afraid He relented and took something out of his coat pocket before handing it to me. It was a letter that had been opened and read. The stamp on the front of the envelope doesn't have to tell you who the sender is.

[Mr. Jackson, dear Darren, we invite you to participate in this special game that you will love. If you still want to fix things you've done wrong in the past Come to the mansion. He needs your help.]

An invitation letter to join that hell game...

"And why is that?"

"date...."

He made an appointment with this doctor more than a month in advance....why??

“He didn't make an appointment with me nearly a month in advance. It was arranged only one day in advance."

"look for?"

The tall figure pursed his lips, rubbed his face and sighed.

"By then you were dead."

....Just pulling a dead person out of a hole isn't as crazy as going back in time. Great.

“You let me die. It's really good."

When I finished speaking, I put the letter back into his coat as usual. Jack grabbed my hand and pulled me into a tight hug, as if he was truly afraid of losing me. But sorry, I'm not that soft-hearted. This guy killed Martha...he's a murderer. which I will never forgive him If you think that by doing this I will be soft-hearted and forgive you and not run away and live happily with him here forever, you are wrong--

click!

The handcuffs...my hands were locked behind my back. Jack made it. Incredibly realistic The tall figure still hugged me and wouldn't let me go. His cold breath hit my neck and I felt goosebumps.

"I know you won't forgive me....this is probably the only way we can be together."

Jack dragged me into the living room before I was shoved to the ground, but before I could get up, the long chains shackled my legs before the railings had been prepared in the first place. I believe that this idiot has come back in time. Holy shit!

"You're sick!!"

Jack was quiet. He sat down next to me before pulling me onto his lap and tucking the back of my neck into his. Warm lips gently covered my mouth. A strong hand cupped my cheek, preventing me from turning around to hide from his lips. The flick of the tongue in the mouth was not as disgusting as it should have been. Yes....I love him already but there is no way for us to be together forever.

How is chaining me up to be with him different from having me tortured?

Huh...but what does this selfish person care?.... As soon as the person in front of me broke the kiss, he licked the saliva that had flowed onto the edge of my mouth since I don't know when. Then let out a smile

"So now we can live happily together..."

We're satisfied. 5555

Let's assume that Wright makes the reader the owner of the mansion. You can decide whether to send Jack an invitation letter to join the game to give him a chance? Write lets the readers choose how the story should end, so I made two.

End (

But personally, Wright prefers the former because Naib is not happy to be with Jack)

Happy End(Naib)

Jack was left with Naib's lifeless body but Naib was freed.

Happy End(Jack)

Naib gets to be with Jack forever, but it's not like he's happy.

Choose what you want.

Suffer

with

End

Where is your comfort?