112 Endless Deaths POV (1/2)

No.

No. No!

No! No! No!

Father! Father! I am sorry. I am so sorry.

I am so, so sorry!

I should have listened. I should have listened to you!

If I did. If I did, none of this would have happened.

None of it!

I gasp and gasp, desperately for that last breath while the endless blackness of space wrestles and rips what little air remaining right out of my lungs. My blood boils violently, steaming out of any orifices it could find. And my body contorts and contracts, crushing itself savagely into a dried husk.

The last thing I am able to see is his faint smile.

His smile! His devilish smile!

He is the devil himself! He has to be. He has to!

If there is a God, such a person should not exist on this earth!

My vision blurs. My eyes pop silently, spewing themselves into the airless void.

But the darkness didn't take me. It didn't take me away from here. No. Instead, it throws me back into the light, onto the cold and unforgiving floor of the room where I have been locked up for the last few weeks, all alone, frightened and helpless.

I gasp and cough and cry as he remains seated in front of me.

He hasn't move from that spot and neither did I.

But I did. I did!

Everything around me had changed in an instant, from the room into blackness of space without any warning!

An illusion? No. It was real. It was real!

I did die in the void of space because he simply said so.

His words become reality!?

How could that be?

How could that be!?

Someone please tell me!

”There are so many ways to kill someone, Miss Oxford. But you already know that, don't you? So, let's go through each of them, one by one, just so you know how the others have felt. How hopeless they had struggled, holding onto their life as you squeeze it out of them.”

His words send chill into my being.

My cries die in my throat, and the tears stop flowing.

”But you don't need to worry about dying alone, Miss Oxford. I promise I will be with you, every single step of the way, just to make sure you get your appetizer. How about being drowned next? I do recall it is quite pleasant, like entering a dreamless sleep.”Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

He adds with a smile, a calming and dreadful smile.

What kind of monster is he!? What kind of monster has my father served his entire life!? It didn't make any sense. The wealth and riches my family has accumulated over the years is because he has allowed it?

No, that can't be true. It can't be! It just can't be!

Father! Father! Tell me that it isn't the truth. Please!

But father is no longer here. He can no longer hold off the inevitable.

It is up to me now. All up to me now. But what can I do? What can I do!?

”Please… Mr. Max –

Before I could finish the sentence, the incredible depth of ocean instantly crushes my body, pulverizing all my organs as blood explodes out my mouth, nose and eyes, merging with the sea.

The water drains my tears away and washes the world away in my eyes, and the pain is so intense that my mind has no choice but to shut itself down with a crunching cry.

My consciousness slips away for just a fraction of a second before the blinding light in the ceiling wakes me up again.

And the instant it did, I cough and vomit out everything in my stomach. There are absolutely no traces of salt water, whatsoever, telling me that it wasn't real.

I must have imagined all of it. I must have!

No. No. No!

My organs scream out in pain, as I hold myself, crying in absolute despair and anguish.

Yet before me, he remains seated, cross-legged, unflinchingly at my torturous experience. He was also there, in the shrouding darkness deep beneath the surface of the sea, witnessing my death like he has told me that he would.

The sea did not crush him like it crushes me with impunity.

But did it really?

Yet here I am, still alive and desperately trying to breath while my mind is in total shock.

I did not die thousands of meters beneath the freezing sea just like I did not suffocate in the dreadful abyss of outer space.

This is all an illusion. It must be!

Yet it feels so real. So real!

My mind experiences all of it even if my body tells me otherwise.

The phantom pain cannot kill, but it is ripping my body and mind apart. I am losing myself, really losing myself!

How can it be? How can it be!?

I don't know. I don't know anymore. I don't know anything anymore. Please let this nightmare be over. Please. Please! Please!

”Please… Mr. Maxwell… please… forgive me…”