There, Nora lay on her mother's blood, from top to bottom drenched like a dead body, but her rising and falling chest was telling that she was anything but dead.
"Next it's your turn, Nora," Mark said emotionlessly, and hearing him, all Nora did was laugh, laugh, and laugh.
Laugh as if there was no tomorrow, and there literally was no tomorrow, and Nora knew it.
“Do whatever you want to do, Mark? Nothing you do now can hurt me. You cannot break a broken person.” Nora said as she stared at Mark like a dead person.
Shaking his head, Mark raised Nora with his shadowy hands and raised his right hand to rub the blood off of her face, making her flinch. "Oh, Nora, my pitiful Nora. Why are you always so wrong? You think I am going to skin you, hang you here on a tree like I told you. No, I am not going to do anything like that. I am simply going to snap your neck, kill you, and then bury your body and give you a proper ceremony. So that when you meet your parents with your complete body in heaven, if…. you meet them, that is. They will ask you, why are you complete, Nora? Why aren't you skinned? Why aren't you burned? Why do you still have a skeleton? Why don't they have anything, Nora? Why don't they have anything? Why did they had to go through all that because of you, and you didn't, Nora? Why? Why? WHY? WHYYYYYYYYYY? FUCKING WHY NORA AHAHAHAHAHA…….. WHYYYYYYYYYYY……….”
Like a demon, Mark's laugh roared in the forest, frightening all beings, while stunned Nora remained floating in the air, letting all the words sink in, letting the thunderous laugh sink in, letting everything sink in.
The more she let the words sink in, the more dread filled her essence, as she finally understood what monster she had provoked.
She had provoked someone, no, not someone, but something, something more dreadful than the so-called human.
She had provoked the devil itself. The devil that no one should've provoked, but she did, and she awakened that devil, who was resting, keeping its eyes closed throughout its entire life, but she awakened the devil, she awakened the devil.
Now she was going through something that no human should've gone through. Even in death, she won't rest in peace, Mark was making sure of that.
For that to happen, he was even taking the final notion of guilt that she could show herself, her brain, her soul, that she went through more than anyone in the family, by being tortured more. He was even taking that notion away.
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"AHHHHHHHHHH…… MARK I CURSE YOUUUUUUUUU…. I CURSE YOU THAT YOU WILL DIE THE WORST DEATH IN THIS WORLDDDDDDDD…… IF THERE IS A SECOND LIFE IN THIS WORLD THEN I WILL COME BACK TO TORTURE YOU AND YOUR FAMILY……… AND I WILL TORTURE THEM FOR ETERNITY……. I WILL TURTURE YOUR FAMILY FOR ETERNITY……. IF NOT THEN I CURSE YOU AND YOUR FAMILY TO GET TORTURED FOR ETERNITY BY CARL AND HIS FAMILYYYYYYYY…… I CURSE YOUUUUUUUUUU……. I CURSE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU………. I CURSE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU…….." Like a mad woman, Nora screamed, screamed, and screamed, as her red, blood-filled eyes stared at Mark.
But like a person with no emotions, Mark just kept staring at her back, not stopping her, letting her say whatever she wanted to say, letting her bring everything out, her frustration, her agony, her plight, until there was no scream, until there was no sound, until there was just a sereneness left back in the forest, and then he smiled.
Seeing his smile, Nora was stunned, as dread again started filling her; she felt as if something was about to come, which was about to shatter her entire being, and she was right, oh, she was so fucking right.
"Nora, if there is a second life in this world, then you don't need to worry about finding me. I will come to find you and your family first, and believe me, if I did find you, that time I won't kill you all, but keep you alive, keep you all alive till your last breath, so goodbye Nora, let's meet in your second life." Mark said as he slowly grabbed Nora's head with his left hand and her chin with his right hand, and gently started rotating her head backward.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, Mark, torture me, don’t kill me like thisssssss……. Don’t kill me like this Markkkkkkkkkkkk………. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………" Sobbing, Nora's tears fell from her eyes as with each second she felt her death coming before her eyes.
A death with barely any pain and torture, as slowly her head was rotated and with that rang slow cracking sounds, and with each crack she felt slow pain drilling, as automatically her body started resisting, her being started fighting, but everything stopped when a loud crack rang.
CRACK!
Like a broken doll, Nora’s body lay on Mark’s shadowy hands, as next just like he rotated her head, he put it back right in that position.
He did not wanted Nora to meet her family with a turned head, he wanted them to see a death with barely any pain.
And just as he promised, with his shadowy hands, he dug a hole right beside the tree where Nora's family had hid when they had come to this island, and buried her there, giving her a proper death.
Turning, Mark stared at the tree far away, which was hidden from his view, and spoke, "Hope you had a good show, Miss. Even if my eyes can't see you, my map still works."
Jumping from one tree to another came a girl. She must be 16 years old. Her hair was short, and she was wearing a black tracksuit and looked like an athlete.
"You are one motherfucking son of a bitch, not showing mercy even to a girl, but I like that." The girl said as she waved her hand through her hair, "On island no. 10, there is a group of people who are hunting everyone. They have lethal guns, bombs, and numbers. They have already hunted everyone on that island, and now they are coming for others. I am gathering real warriors to hunt them down. Would you like to come or die by their hands?"