Chapter 107 UNBEKNOWNST ROAD

• [As she bid her goodbyes, and so a new monster has been created at hand; somebody who knew nothing about killings, but he learned through what was it like to entrapped a rabbit on the hole…]
• Why does it hurt? His chest was bursting with fire, inflamed with anger coiling his insides as he stand there. The cries resonate, but he felt numb. That kind of numbness, which wouldn’t go away so easily. It was that numbness, which made him so frustrated. His eyes are blank as he stared ahead. Prolonging the torment, he never had seen himself. When had he cried? He hasn’t had any idea. His mind is filled with why’s, unending questions as he vents out his frustration. Bent wills, and morals; to kill somebody exactly are what his mind was clouded upon.
• A clenched fist suggested how much furious he has become. Now he knows what does that nightmare means. She was inflamed—she was burning, but what made him mad was the fact that he couldn’t reach out to her. Even on the slightest of, he failed her, and it is not just her. That is what pain him. She was not alone when she perished. The life that the autopsy saw—she was carrying the child they dream. The life they sought for years, and years, but they had not been given. However, when things are becoming fuck up, and so life messed up with them. It feed him with anguish that carved knives of scars. It engraved raw pain that he was tormented with. He lost count, days, and months of how the torture continuously left him with a shattered soul. She was abducted first, and now here he is—grieving towards her corpse—their corpse, His little angel to whom he didn’t have the chance to hold. As a father, it was painful. He lost the chance to hear her cries, nor had he given an opportunity to even become a father for her, because she was stolen, his unborn child was taken from him.