19 Curious (1/2)

Curiosity is one of the strangest diseases that afflict humans and is possessed by the rich and the poor, the powerful and the weak. Everyone has this disease.

And of course, I'll have this curiosity.

Once upon a time, I discovered my girlfriend's betrayal.

Yeah, I had a girlfriend.

But she was also dirty and exotic like I am now. The kind of person I'd be most suited to.

I thought she was loyal, but I was naive.

She once told me she was going to her mother, but she didn't know I knew her past very well. Her mother died in some war.

So I simply told her, and I smiled, ”go.”

I caught up with her, found her entering one of the shabby old houses.

I broke in like a thief, and as this kind of house, it was like a piece of cake.

After all, I've been a professional thief and unparalleled criminal, and I didn't get this place just hanging around.

I heard a man and a woman moaning and varying screams from both people. I followed the source of the sound in gentle steps, pausing a little for what I saw before my eyes, I saw a woman standing over a man's body while they were fucking each other. Hearing their voices and screaming, you can say that they approached their orgasm.

I didn't feel anything, even with a little shock,

a woman like that would certainly not come to such places for the shepherd of the poor.

I approached the bed that was moving up and down with the same slow and gentle steps. They didn't feel me coming. I didn't know why. Was it because I was subtle or because they were about to reach their climax and were not interested in what was happening around them?

When I arrived, you were a little cheerful. Why? Because it was so bad, it was truly indescribable, for someone to interrupt your orgasm.. drew closer to putting my hands on her bare shoulder. I looked at her and smiled.

She saw me. Her face is pale, and you can hear her racing heart from afar. She got up fast. She said in a terrified voice and stammering:

”Oh… darling. It is not… like what it is…”

She didn't finish the sentence until she found the bullet in her heart, and fell to the ground like a dead dog.

I also killed that son of a bitch too fast.

I looked at them with no expression, and I raised my hand and put it on my face.

”What's the problem with me? Didn't I entertain you day and night and make your eyes white with pleasure? Or were you acting at the time?” I looked down, and I said, ”don't be sad little brother, there's nothing wrong with you, she was just a little honest bitch.”.

Oh, no.

No.

My curiosity wasn't in this.

No.

It was when I cut off her head and decided to put it on my bed from behind, next to the other heads.

I wanted to know what it would feel like to see her head hanging every day behind me.

Next to her head, the head of a one-eyed older man with a white beard.

And there's the boy's head and his mother.

And there's also between those heads the head of the former gang leader.

And today, out of curiosity,

I'm in a room under the river in a demon prison.

I was shocked by what I see.

What I see in front of me is a vast room, a tomb.