Love Heals Wounds
1. Nightmare

In a house in the middle of a forest there were endless screams and cries. The meaning and the supplication of mercy are mutual. I don't know what demons possessed, making the heart no longer feel pity.

"Why are you doing this to me." - a woman who lay helpless.

"Stop that stupid question."

"Can't we finish it well."

Platyp!!!

Not the answer he got, but a slap. Tears flowed back from the two petals that had swollen and turned blue. I don't know how many times this treatment has been received.

His body was crumbling, every inch of his skin was sore. From the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot is a tremendous pain. The tormentor seemed to enjoy the moment he heard the cries and screams of his pain.

No matter how many times he begged and wailed, his opponent's ears were deaf, his eyes blind as if he had seen no wounds. Moreover, his heart, whether set*n what possessed, until the woman was so cruel.

"I love him more than you love him. But why would he prefer you? I'm prettier, I'm richer, my body is better than yours. What magic are you using huh!!!" violently the woman pulled the body hair of her opponent who had been weak.

"I don't use magic."

Hearing that the torturer got angry. Then he threw all his might on the floor until his opponent's head hit the floor very hard, creating a new wound on his white skin that had paled.

"If I can't get it, then you're the same!"

"Please, don't do it again. Don't follow the devil in you."

"Devil you said?! Haha." An extremely frightening laugh sounded from the woman's mouth. "You're the one who turned me into a demon."

"But it's not my fault. Hix..Hicks.."

"So you mean it's all my fault? Is it my fault for falling in love with your husband?" the torturer smiled grimly. "Yes, it's my fault for falling in love with someone's husband, and it's your fault for having a life that makes me jealous."

His eyes glared, and suddenly he felt sad. But soon after, he laughed out loud. It seems like this woman has lost her mind.

Slowly but surely, the victim crept away from the woman. He sought refuge with the remaining energy in his body. But his efforts were in vain. The crazy woman stopped her laughter, staring at the floor with a bitch.

He immediately pulled the hair of his victim and dragged it back to where it was. Once again he deliberately banged the victim's head on the floor tiles.

Seeing the fresh blood flowing made the woman even more blind. Immediately he picked up the dagger lying on the table. Then pulled out his opponent's long black hair, and forcefully aimed his opponent's face at the cupboard by their side.

"I will make your daughter remember this event all her life. I'll torture every second of his life and make him die slowly."

Jamb...Jamb...Jamb...Jamb...Jamb...

The sound of daggers piercing through the flesh rang out clearly, accompanied by the sound of blood splashing that dyed the floors as well as the furniture around them.

"Hmmphhh..hmmmpphhhh.." the scream of the victim restrained the hand of the blonde female demon. Her tears flowed profusely through the door of the closet where her little daughter hid.

The pain from the wound he felt was not comparable to his heartache given his frightened daughter was inside.

Brakkkkkk

The door opened violently stopping the crazy activities of the blonde woman.

"Hurry, leave this place. They brought a full army to attack us. If you still want to live, let's go now." a man suddenly appeared and entered pulled the blonde woman. He did not even glance at the woman lying covered in blood on the floor. In a hurry they left their homes and their victims.

"Mama loves you my pearl, mama loves you" he said on the sidelines of his last breath. Then his eyes closed with no hope of opening again.

"Mama.hiks hiks..mama.." the girl cried, roared while putting her head on her mother's chest.

"Mamaaaa......Mammaaaaaaaaa....... "

Brakkkkkkk

The door to the room is open

"Darling, what's up, son? Nightmares again, hmm?" a middle-aged man walked in and rushed over to the bed of the beautiful girl who owned the room. The girl only nodded weakly, her eyes staring forward with a blank look.

The man approached the nightstand beside the bed and poured water into the glass and handed it to his daughter.

"Today papa will not go to work, papa will accompany you" he said gently as he stroked the girl's head. But his daughter shook her head and continued to gulp her drink until it ran out.

"Audrey is fine. Don't worry."

"Do we need to see a psychiatrist again?"

"No need pa, it's just a dream."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. This dream will have no effect."

"Sorry dear." Sebastian is sad.

"My handsome father, I am a strong girl. Remember?"

Papa smiled wryly. "Yes well."

Audrey smiled sweetly, the nightmare did not seem to affect her.

"Where are you going today?"

"I'll go to base, I'll do a little exercise there."

Base is a military training complex belonging to their family. Since the kidnapping and murder of Sebastian's family, he has formed his own elite security team.

And after Audrey went through a long period of therapy, she often spent her time at the base training. Turned her into a girl who was adept at archery, shooting and martial arts.

"If it comforts you, then do it. Papa's waiting at the dinner table, we'll have breakfast together."

Audrey just nodded, got out of bed and headed for the bathroom to get ready.

Sebastian looked at his daughter's back with a sad look, he sighed and rubbed his face violently. Slowly he came out of his daughter's room with a face full of grief. 16 years passed with the shadow of his wife's death, even her then 5-year-old daughter had to witness for herself how her mother was brutally murdered.

Until now the culprit has not been arrested, somehow he could just disappear like swallowed by the earth. Sebastian wants to forget the bad events and not bring them up, but not Audrey. He secretly keeps track of the female demon with the help of his friends.

Inside the bathroom Audrey cried, with all her might smothering her mouth. Maybe he showed this to his dad. It is enough papa tortured because of his condition that had fallen.

The psychic burden she bears is enormous for a child her age. Only a miracle makes him survive and be able to get through it all.