Mystery: A Spark

The girl froze, feeling a chill run down her spine.

Her neck, like a rusty bearing, slowly turned backward. At that moment, she desperately hoped that she would not see another living creature in the room.

When she turned her head completely, she saw a room that appeared perfectly normal.

"Phew~ thank goodness, it was just a false alarm." The girl patted her chest, feeling relieved.

She quickly walked over and closed the window.

However, when she turned around, she found a man standing in front of her.

The man was pale and soaked from the rain. Rainwater streamed down his face, down to his chin, and then dripped onto the floor.

His eyes were filled with naked lust, as if he wanted to devour the girl alive.

Upon seeing this, the girl instinctively opened her mouth, about to scream.

But the next second, the man swung his hand, and she was knocked to the ground and lost consciousness.

Looking at the beautiful girl lying unconscious on the ground, the man licked his lips and his breathing became much heavier.

But he didn't do anything immediately. Instead, he picked up the girl from the ground and nimbly climbed out the window.

Delicious food should be savored slowly, so it is only natural to bring it back to one's nest.

The man carried the girl and ran quickly and silently, a black mist spreading around him, making his figure difficult to spot in the night.

As he ran, the man felt the softness on his shoulder, and his breathing became much heavier.

He likes beautiful young women, but not only their appearance; he also wants to appreciate their inner qualities.

Therefore, he usually prefers to take their virginity first.

Then, peel off their skin.

Because he felt that a person's appearance could not reveal their true self.

When the girls are skinned and covered in blood, struggling wildly and screaming in agony, the man feels a peculiar kind of beauty.

Whether it's the skin being peeled off, the bloodied body struggling in pain, or the wailing screams, all of these things can make a man feel a surge of excitement.

The thought of the beautiful girl on his shoulder turning into that state made his heart burn with excitement, and he quickened his pace.

So beautiful, so incredibly beautiful… The man imagined the girl's skin peeling away, and his whole body trembled slightly.

Under the cover of the black mist, he easily brought the unconscious girl to his stronghold.

This is an ordinary house with nothing special about it, so it is not easy to attract the attention of others.

The man carried the girl into the house and went straight to the study.

After turning on a switch, a staircase leading underground appeared.

Yes, this unassuming house has a basement, which the man had specially dug out recently.

He did this wherever he went, because the basement could block out the sound and prevent others from hearing the melodious wails.

For a man with special powers, digging a basement is not a difficult task.

The man went into the basement and placed the girl on a wooden bed.

The wooden bed has a dark red color and a lot of residue on its surface.

Clearly, this girl was not the first victim.

The man looked at the unconscious girl, and his lust intensified.

However, just as he was about to get started...

But then he heard a deep, magnetic voice behind him:

“Bringing the prey back to the den to enjoy it, I didn’t expect you to be such a discerning person.”

The man was startled and was about to turn around when he felt a pain in his neck, and then he collapsed, feeling utterly weak.

"This is a drug that weakens muscles, but it doesn't dull the senses like an anesthetic. Instead, it makes people more sensitive to pain."

"Of course, because the potion strengthens your physique, it won't completely relax your muscles, so we don't have to worry about any embarrassing or dirty things happening, like diarrhea."

The man lying on the ground looked at the masked man in strange clothes in front of him, and tried to say something, but found that he could only make whimpering sounds.

The magical power he usually relied on was now completely powerless to change his situation, leaving him at the mercy of others.

The evil desires that filled his heart were replaced by intense fear at this moment, to the point that he, who should have been indifferent to emotions, experienced a long-lost feeling of fear.

"Ah, no need to rush to speak. We have plenty of time to talk tonight. Of course, we need to do some foreplay first."

The masked man uttered suggestive words, but his hand gestures were entirely different.

He reached out and grabbed the man by the neck, lifted him up with one hand, and then slammed him against the wall with a thud.

"Please don't misunderstand, I don't have any special hobby of 'wall slamming' (a form of romantic gestures involving pinning someone against a wall), and besides, you are a man, so it's even less likely that I would do anything strange to you."

"The reason I'm pinning you to the wall is because I need to fix you in place so that it will be easier for me to paint next."

The masked man explained in a gentle tone, as if he were having a heart-to-heart talk with an old friend with whom he had a deep friendship.

This, however, made the man feel a deep chill from the bottom of his heart.

"I know you're someone who enjoys shaving innocent girls' heads and then skinning them to watch them scream in agony. Can you tell me why you have this hobby? Is it because you find it funny? Or do you think such a scene...is beautiful?"

The masked man tilted his head slightly, appearing curious and eager to listen.

But the man was clearly unable to speak.

The masked man didn't care whether the man answered his question or not. He simply took out a few iron awls from somewhere, seemingly casually.

Then he raised the man's palm, making it straight out horizontally.

"Pfft!"

The masked man easily pressed the iron spike into the wall with his bare hands, simultaneously fixing the man's hand in place.

Next are the shoulders, and then the legs.

Soon, the man was pinned to the wall in a "too" position.

"Woo...Woo..."

Under the influence of the drug, the man felt weak all over, yet became extremely sensitive to pain. This caused him immense suffering, yet he couldn't even utter a scream.

After finishing his routine task, the masked man looked up at the man and then frowned.

Why are you looking so gloomy? Why can't you smile and be happier?

Why are you so serious?

The voice that asked the question started out calmly, but suddenly became low and sinister with the last sentence.

“You should smile, sir, or I will be very unhappy.”

The man tried very hard to twitch the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't manage a complete smile.

"Hmm, it seems I haven't thought this through. How could I ask you to smile like that? A smile should come from genuine happiness."

The masked man tapped his head lightly, as if he had an idea.

"How about this, let's play a fun game that should make you genuinely happy. The game is called Roulette of Life and Death, what do you think?"

After the masked man finished speaking, he didn't ask the man's opinion, but instead took out a brand new white revolver.

He ejected all the bullets from the revolver, took out one and put it back into the gun, then spun the magazine rapidly.

With a "click," the magazine reset.

The masked man swayed his revolver from side to side and chuckled softly.

"I often play this game with people, and no one has been able to beat me yet. As the one who started the game, I'll go first."

He raised the revolver to his temple, then suddenly, as if remembering something, asked:

"Hey sir, do you know what the secret to great drama is?"

He pulled the trigger.

"Click."

"Seize the opportunity." The masked man chuckled.

Just when the man thought the other man would point a gun at his head, he saw the masked man point a revolver at his head once again.

And asked:

"Then what is courage?"

"click"

“Be graceful under pressure.”

"So……"

The masked man pointed the revolver at himself once again.

"Sir, did you enjoy the play I performed?"

"Click."

You should feel happy.

The gun was pointed at the man's head, and the trigger was pulled.

"Click."

"Click."

Two shots missed in quick succession. The man was now filled with immense fear. Even though the potion had made him cold-blooded, he could still feel a deep chill running through his heart.

"Click." Another missed shot.

"I was just joking with you." The masked man suddenly laughed.

But just as the man felt relieved, he saw the masked man make a swift move, tearing his mouth all the way to his ear.

"Ahhh..." the man whimpered incoherently, saliva mixed with blood flowing from his mouth.

"A smile is the most beautiful thing in the world. I helped you to smile, so there's no need to thank me," the masked man said in an extremely gentle tone.

“Well…” he said, rolling up his sleeves, “we should now get down to business.”