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"Nancy called you a toxic person, but I know. You endure the pain because you don't want your daughter to hear you cry. Then you wouldn't want your daughter to hear the sounds you make in bed either."
The man sitting on the dresser put a dagger in his back pocket and walked towards Grace, starting to undo his belt.
"If you stay quiet, I'll finish it quickly."
The man also asked Grace to take off her clothes. She pretended to do as she was told and put her hands on her blouse.
"Good idea. Nancy said you were smart, and she's right. Do you think you'd like to live with me? I'm lonely, actually. I could convince Nancy to let me live with you."
The bastard came right up to my nose and didn't shut his mouth for even a second as he pulled down my pants. It was getting harder and harder not to look like he wanted to kill me.
Grace grimaced and stopped herself as soon as she unbuttoned the second button of her blouse.
"My hand hurts. Can you help me?"
Then he pulled the hem of her skirt up above her knees. He bent down and reached out to undo the garter strap that held her stocking band in place. Grace spread her legs and demanded.
"Just rip it."
When he told her to rip her bloomers instead of taking them off, he knelt before her with the dirtiest smile in the world.
Finally, the prey entered Grace's trap. As soon as its head was between her legs, she put its neck between her thighs and squeezed it with all her might.
"Ugh... ."
"You are stupid."
"Ugh... ."
"You're letting someone like me live, even though I've been trained to kill since I was fourteen, Mane. How funny. You're a greenhorn."
The bastard passed out before Grace could finish her sentence.
She pulled the dagger out of the bastard's trousers that were hanging around his ankles. Grabbing the bastard's hair between her thighs and turning his neck, Grace plunged the sword deep into the bastard's nape, severing his spinal cord.
The son of a bitch who tried to rape her died without even screaming.
"Yeah, my skills are lethal."
Now it was time to demonstrate this skill to the monster named Nancy.
"Fuck...."
I had to fight an enemy with a pistol with only a dagger. I searched the man's room, but I couldn't find the pistol because I must have put it somewhere else.
He wanted to give up revenge and run away with Ellie while Nancy was distracted, but he couldn't. Nancy had the key to the lock that locked the basement.
Grace opened the door carefully and listened. The sound of a knife being cut on a cutting board could be heard faintly from the stairs. Knowing where Nancy was, she went downstairs without making a sound.
As she descended the stairs and approached the kitchen, the noise of preparing a meal and the humming became more distinct. Grace looked out the window of the back door in front of the stairs. Uncle Bobby had not yet returned, and there was no truck.
It meant that if I just took care of Nancy, I could run away with Ellie.
Grace stood with her back to the kitchen doorway, concentrating all her attention on the sounds coming from inside. The sound of chopping continued endlessly. Nancy must be holding a kitchen knife right now.
It'll come out someday. Just wait for the moment it comes out.
As soon as Nancy came out, he snatched the pistol from his waistband, slit his throat, and found the key. After waiting for a while while mentally training himself, the opportunity came.
Suddenly the sound of the knife cutting stopped and Nancy muttered.
"Why is it so quiet?"
It seemed that he had only just noticed that there was no fighting or crying coming from upstairs. He heard the sound of a knife being placed on a cutting board as if he was going to check, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the entrance.
What the hell.
Grace's plan went awry as soon as Nancy showed up. Nancy was holding a pistol in her right hand.
"omg!"
When Nancy, who had discovered her, tried to turn the gun towards her, Grace cut the finger holding the gun with her dagger.
"evil!"
Nancy's fingers uncurled and she dropped the gun. Grace didn't give Nancy another chance to do anything stupid, so she wrapped her left arm around her neck and squeezed her. She tried to stab her neck with the dagger, but it went into Nancy's forearm every time. It was the same when she tried to stab her chest. The knife went into her vital spot every time.
"evil!"
This time, the scream was from Grace. Nancy had grabbed her left little finger and twisted it. Pain shot through her body like lightning.
At that moment, Nancy released the arm wrapped around her neck and fell away. As soon as my dizzying vision became clearer, I saw Nancy running to the end of the hallway.
"Ugh!"
Nancy, who was trying to pick up the pistol that had been kicked from her feet, was dragged backwards by her hair. As soon as she saw the maddening blue-green eyes, the tip of the dagger flew towards her neck.
puck.
Grace lost her grip on the dagger as Nancy swung her arm. The sword cut through the air and fell down the stairs leading to the basement, rolling down.
Grace sat down on Nancy, who was trying to get up again, and swung her bare fist.
"Ugh! Walter, gasp, that little drop, ugh... ."
Nancy, whose arms were pinned down by Grace's two knees, was unable to resist like Grace, who was tied to the chair, and was dealt the full brunt of the punches.
"You dirty bitch. You're a woman, and you're the one who instigates rape? You're not human. You're a monster, just like your sister, who listened to me get raped and then stood up! All Wilkins are monsters who deserve to die!"
Phew. It felt like my nose was breaking.
"Ugh... ."
With her hand, the blood that had barely stopped flowing again, she strangled Nancy's neck and struck her until her face was as disfigured as her own. Soon, when Nancy lost consciousness, Grace stopped her hand, which was red from the torn flesh, and gasped for breath.
"ha...."
Exhausted. Unable to cut off the airway with her bare hands, Grace staggered to her feet. Grabbing the pistol that had fallen in front of the back door, she stood in front of the enemy who was lying on the ground.
Crunch.
Without hesitation, he pulled back the slide and aimed the gun at Nancy's still unconscious head. It was the moment his finger was on the trigger.
"Grace, no!"
bang!
As the door swung open and Uncle Bobby's voice was heard behind her, Grace pulled the trigger. But at the same time, Uncle Bobby's hand pushed her away, causing the aim to waver. The stray bullet merely grazed Nancy's cheek.
"Let go of this!"
A struggle began with the man trying to take the gun away. The man grabbed both of Grace's wrists and pushed her forward.
"No matter what, you can't kill Nancy!"
"You tried to kill me and my daughter, and yet you say such things? I will kill all of you demons!"
Grace didn't realize that Nancy had come to her senses while she was struggling to keep the gun from being taken away.
"Nancy, no!"
puck.
"omg!"
The back of her neck was hit hard. Grace's legs gave out and she fell to the ground with a thud. The brass candlestick fell to the floor and rolled around.
"What are you doing!"
The sound of the old man yelling at Nancy grew increasingly distant. Grace clung to her fading consciousness and repeated a name.
Ellie.
"Ellie!"
Grace opened her eyes wide, shouting the name she had been unable to let go of even after losing consciousness. Her eyes started spinning and she felt nauseous. The moment she lost consciousness again, she heard the voice of an old man next to her.
"Nancy, that crazy thing... If you're going to pull it out, you're going to pull out the devil's fingernails."
My mind flashed. I opened my eyes wide and saw that everything was dark. When I turned my head, I saw Uncle Bobby holding the steering wheel. Grace was sitting in a truck driving on a dark road.
"Ellie!"
Grace, terrified, looked around the truck, trying to regain control of her dizzy vision. But Ellie was nowhere to be seen.
"Sir, where is Ellie?"
The old man just sighed deeply while looking at the road.
"What about Ellie?"
It was only when an enraged Grace tried to grab him by the collar that the old man spoke.
"Stay safe in the basement."
"Alone with Nancy? How can that be safe? Nancy will kill Ellie!"
My heart sank and I couldn't breathe as I thought that he might have already killed me while I was unconscious.
"Please, go back quickly!"
The man pulled her away from him as she tried to turn the steering wheel.
"Calm down, Grace. Nancy is on her way back from putting you to sleep with some sleeping pills."
The old man glanced at Grace's face, clicked his tongue, and muttered.
"I left for a moment and you two have left each other in such a mess. You should make up after a while."
Grace was momentarily speechless at the remark that treated the two as children fighting while playing.
"...Does this look like a kids' fight to you, sir?"
"In my eyes, you are both like my daughters. You poor things... ."
"You left my daughter, Nancy, to die, like your daughter!"
"In my eyes, you are both like my daughters. You poor things... ."
"You left my daughter, Nancy, to die, like your daughter!"
"Didn't you say you left it there?"
Grace looked back and forth between the old man and the outside of the car window with confused eyes.
"But why only me... ."
Why did you leave Ellie there alone and leave me in the car?