Dissection of a Bully: A Sister's Dark Revenge
Language: en
After my sister was bullied to death, I claimed the souls of her tormentors and meticulously crafted a terrifying game for them. I set the rules: only the victor could escape. So, they eagerly snatched up blades, plunging them mercilessly into their companions' chests. A mist of blood coated the room, and the winner strutted out, head held high. Behind him, the mangled remains slowly reassembled, re-forming. The one who’d already drawn their last breath crawled out of the blood-soaked floor, chasing after the victor. The door closed. The door opened. The tormentors met again, their bodies…