Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
Little mischief little cat
With her body now full of blood even to the point of splashing onto her face, Lina placed the hand piece on the floor. He started making large incisions right where he hit before. It was obvious that the bone was broken as soon as Lina separated the bone from the meat. Mr. Geraldo was rendered speechless by seeing his own hands treated like worthless pieces of flesh.
"Well... We can see here, your flesh is rotting around your fractured bones. It indicates that the poison is working when your body is injured. Eh? I just found out," Lina realized what she just said. "Gee... It seems my son's poison is growing. It's really interesting. Then.." a grinning smile was painted on Lina's face.
"What does that smile mean?" ask Tn. Geraldo was weak from running out of blood.
"Ohoa... I just thought that my son was so kind to his mother," Lina came back with a baseball bat. "He knows how to make me have fun. Like I said earlier, to activate the poison in your body, I have to hurt you and such internal injuries are much more effective than external wounds."
Lina swung the baseball bat and hit Mr. Geraldo's. The screams of Mr. Geraldo did not sound echoing anymore. He was tired of screaming. His entire body was too sore from the blow from the woman who was so excited about hitting him. I want it to feel Mr. Geraldo quickly died rather than having to endure the pain that now crushes his body.
"Well... I'mtired. I think that's enough for you" Lina said after a few minutes.
Lina threw her baseball bat in every direction. The sound that was caused was really loud as soon as it hit the floor. Tn Conditions. Geraldo is so fucked up. His body was full of bruises and blood.
"How are you feeling? Pretty good?" lina asked after sipping a small bottle of mineral water. He seems very thirsty.
"You're a mental disorder woman. You can still drink without washing your hands" said Mr. Geraldo who was looking at Lina casually took a sip of mineral water from the blood-stained bottle.
"I didn't touch the water with my hand. So your blood won't contaminate the water I drink. Do you want a drink too?" Lina even thrust a bottle of water at Mr. Geraldo's.
"Bas on a crazy woman."
"Oh, I'm sorry. You can't drink 'cause one of your hands is cut off and the other one's still tied. It's a pity."
"Little cat, are you done?" call Daniel as he steps down into the basement where Lina plays.
"Daniel!" call Lina cheerfully as soon as Daniel comes. She ran to her husband and jumped at him.
"Be careful," fortunately Daniel quickly caught his little wife because Lina often jumped at him suddenly. "Gosh, you're so dirty."
"Is your job done?"
"It has. The ten people had already been cleared," Daniel took out his handkerchief and helped clean up the remaining blood on Lina's face.
"You must be Mr. Flosrs. How can you deal with a crazy woman like her?" said Tn. Geraldo while trying to glance at the couple's husband and wife.
"Who do you call crazy?!! Not enough pain you feel? Do you want me to add it for you?!!" daniel did not accept.
"Here, don't be angry, baby. It's common for all my playmates to say rude things like that. Just ignore it," Lina tried to temper her husband's anger.
"But he..."
"Sutt's... If you kill him then his suffering will be over."
"Oh... What did you give him this time?"
"Not me but your son. Julius had administered a poison that caused the man's blood to backfire on his own body. He's going to die slowly" Lina explained.
"alright. I'll obey all my husband's words."
Daniel puts Lina's hand up and leaves Mr. Geraldo was alone in that basement. Mr. Geraldo could do nothing. He waited for the death to pick up. The pain all over his body grew as his blood slowly rotted his flesh and bones. It was like thousands of flesh-eating insects or maggots were eating away at his body. Mr. Geraldo was found lifeless the next day with 75% of his body already decomposed.
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Return to Balvana Island. On that Sunday, Marjorie was made to forget the time because of Julia. They are both so cool to explore computer network systems, exchanging knowledge and knowledge. While Wendy and Febby become spectators and occasionally ask there. Just one person who was made unhappy this whole week. Julius continues to not get a chance with Marjorie, alone.
Intentions today Julius wants to take Marjorie diving while enjoying the underwater scenery or just playing jetski. However, the offer was rejected because Julius' head was still injured. It is strictly forbidden to approach sea water. But the sore Julia even invited to play on the beach and it was agreed by them. Julius could only watch them from a distance.
"When I asked him he did not want to, but when Julia who invited him he immediately realized. Basic plinplan!" grouse Julius.
"Don't blame him. He refused to ask you for yourself. How's your wound doing?" ask Samuel.
"It's better."
"You seem to like that girl a lot. What makes you so interested in him?"
"I... Mats... Don't say anything weird!" Julius hesitantly says he doesn't like Marjorie. He also doesn't understand his own feelings.
"There's no need to deceive yourself. You're not like your father who was actually a walking refrigerator before meeting your mother" Samuel paused for a sip of his coffee. "Your eyes are like Velia's, unable to hide everything."
"Well... I don't understand any of this. From my first meeting with her on the island, until now I could not forget her face," Julius took out a small bell that seemed to come from a piece of jewelry. He stared at the bell full of longing. "Sharp eyes with a strong aura, for the first time I so enjoyed a fight. Every minute and every second of it feels amazing."
"the fight? The island? When did you guys actually meet?"
"On one of my missions. It was a rumour about the mysterious Death Knell."
"Death knell?" Samuel tried to remember for a moment. "I've heard rumors about him. This rumor circulated in the underground world a few years ago. Death Knell is a nickname given to a mysterious young woman. As the name suggests, each time his presence is always accompanied by the sound of bells. For people who hear the sound of the bell will usually die."
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