Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Hm Where should we start. Actually to me, it didnt matter who it was. Whyd you have to tempt me like that in my own room?

Right? You wanted me to be tempted, right?

Carynne caressed Nancys hair as she chuckled. The maids straight black hair was loose, then eye contact was made with dark blue irises. As expected, murder was the right choice. Wont she be able to take pleasure in seeing all different sides of one person?

You mentioned that youre exhausted from working and that you want a vacation, and thanks to that, the other servants think youve left. And then you ate everything I gave you and you fell asleep right away.

So its your fault.

She cuddled the maids face. How warm.

You know, Nancy. Ive been dreaming. For a hundred years.

Its difficult to see Nancys expression because her mouth was gagged, and it was hard to gauge her emotions just by looking at her eyes. Eyeballs would only capture light, and a persons expression eventually would get expressed through their facial muscles.

However, Nancys mouth was gagged, so it was hard to guess what she was thinking just by judging the wrinkles around her eyes. Carynne was curious about what Nancy would say, but she held that urge in. If the maid were to scream, Carynne would be in trouble.

Yes For a hundred years, I died again and again. Everyones been trying to kill me and kill me again. So you know, Ill try it this time. Its my first time killing, so I dont think Ill do wellbut I think I can do it well enough since Ive suffered the same thing a lot of times.

She pushed Nancy to the floor. The thick rug cancelled out the noise. The maid struggled. Carynne took out one of her own mufflers. This opportunity was just too good. This afternoon, Nancy had complained about Isellas rudeness and asked Carynne for time off.

And it looked like she went out and bought alcohol in the city today. She smelled faintly of alcohol. While going back for a moment to take something she left behind, and when asked if theres anything she wanted, Nancy asked if she could get time off for a week. That was the only thing.

Its such such a good feeling to kill.

You killed me a few decades ago. Why did you do that? Ah, Im not blaming you.

To cheer her up, Carynne gave her a mixture of some of Dullans drugs in the food. Not standing for Isellas violence earlier during the day, another maid had put it in Isellas food, and with Nancys habit of eating leftovers often, she also ate the same thing without much hesitation.

Im just curious. It hurt quite a bit But after that, I only felt very curious.

But Carynne couldnt exactly listen to the reason now

Can you tell me next time?

Carynne went on top of Nancy. She could feel the maids pounding heart. It was a resilient body. Carynne was excited about how Nancy wriggled between her thighs. A sense of euphoria soared.

Ill die by your hands next time I return.

And Carynne strangled Nancy.

* * *

Recalling that moment, Carynne shuddered in excitement. That moment could only be described as one thing, and it was love. Her trembling hands over cloth, a sense of domination over another. Perhaps fate killed her because this feeling was so addicting.

Carynne opened the door to the next room and guided Isella.

Please use this room.

Thank you.

Relief washing over her after her fear went away, Isella felt that she was closer to Carynne. She wanted to talk to her more, but Carynne closed the door, saying that it was already late.

Isella preciously held her necklace in her hands and closed her eyes. She wont lose it again. Sir Raymond. How soon can I see you again? Im nervous, Im tired, so please. I miss you.

She knew it, the maid did not have her head chopped off. Was the maid bothered that much when she scratched her with her fingernails? Isella went to sleep with the lingering thought of, I should ask that maid to serve me something with apples in it.

It was such a tiring and painstaking day.

* * *

Carynne closed the door and collapsed to the floor, much like Isella did a while ago.

The corpse disappeared.

Carynne was always aware that she was crazy.

So this fact couldnt be anything surprising. After living stagnantly for the past 100 years, its natural to think that she couldnt possibly be sane. She even kept in mind that she might simply just be deluding herself.

If antiquated epistemology states that souls would leave, it should have been impossible. So when the corpse disappeared, what Carynne felt was neither fear nor shock.

How dare.

It was anger.

Shes mine! Who even dared to do this! How can you be so cruel?! Why are you making it so boring!

Carynne wanted to see Isella faint out of horror. At best Carynne wanted to see Isella shiver not because of a man, but for her to be so terrified of a primal fear. With a hideously distorted expression, go pray, be shocked, beg. Like me! But whowho was it that interfered? There was no evidence or hints or anything!

Her anger was directed at the unknown first, and then it was turned to herself.

If its not God or other external factors, she should punish herself for going off the rails and fantasizing it all. She should blame her mind. Carynne poured out all that anger towards herself.

Bang!

She hit her own head against a wall.

Blood trickled down. She could feel pain. She knew she was crazy, but at the very least, she wished to see the fantasy she wanted to see. If this was a hallucination or a delusion, in the end, the only punishment she could inflict was towards herself.

Thud!

She felt the skin on her forehead being torn. She wanted to voluntarily end it like this. Even so, she would eventually return to the same garden. No, in any case, voluntarily doing it to herself had never been successful, and she would just end up staying in bed for an entire year before going back in time again.

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