7 Butchers castle pt. 2 (2/2)

I didn't look back but I was pretty sure he was close, way to close. I am running and running. A never stopping Perpetua mobile driven by fear alone.

The relive I felt when I finally saw the exit was so enormous, that I started crying.

”EEeeveelyn, stop running it is useless.”

I opened the door. Ready to wake up from the nightmare. I stumbled outside.

A castle yard, corpses, bloody corpses were everywhere. The fat Daemon sitting on a hill of corpses and laughing. Laughing at my naivety.

”HaHahaHAhahaHA u really HAHaha u really thought u can escape Jack aaaAAAAHAHAHA”

My mind was spinning. Still feeling the tears of joy on my face, I felt a sense of forsakenness. Fate was playing with me. God why? Why did u hate me so much? Why couldn't u just kill me but let me stay in the hands of this monster?

I looked up. It was standing before me.

”Evelyn, Dear don't cry” His voice god, this happyway to normal voice. ”Tears wont make dying any better.”

He was right. Why am I even crying? Thinking about that I had to laugh:”Hihihihihi aaahhhhHAHAHHAHA”

His psychopathic laugh also started again while he lifted his butcher knife up.

Moments later another head rolled in the castle. Even while beheaded one could still hear two people laughing together for a while till the castle got silent again.