I had no doubt that if I just stuck a knife in my chest, this would all be resolved and I could return to my daily life.

    Hazel was obviously sleeping, and I couldn’t even accomplish the simple task of sticking a knife into a defenseless Hazel.

    Would things have been better if Hazel had been treated with a gentle stroke instead of a sharp knife?

    Originally, he was a child who liked being touched to the point where it seemed like it was too much.

    If that were the case, I might have watched it because it made me feel good.

    Why on earth didn’t I think of that?

    I ended up in this situation because I couldn’t think about it like an idiot.

    The correct answer, which is easier to infer than anything else, was ‘stroking,’ and the incorrect answer, ‘process with a knife,’ was marked, leading to this terrible ending.

    So, what is the ending?

    “Hehe… Why on earth does the owner make such bad choices?”

    Hazel became half-corpse and squatted in front of me, who was naked and leaning helplessly against the wall.

    And the ‘result’ that Hazel sees now is me becoming a rag.

    Arms, legs, stomach, chest, back.

    Mottled bruises covered my entire body, with no area intact except for my head.

    From the outside, he was beaten so horribly that it made you wonder how he was still alive.

    It wasn’t like he was hit with a club like a wooden block or a baseball bat.

    Hazel made me like this using only her ‘body’.

    Very simple actions such as kicking or hitting with a fist.

    He didn’t even use any professional skills, he just threw up his anger and started beating randomly.

    They trampled on them, swung their arms wide and hit them with their fists, and even slashed at them.

    I just slapped it blindly. No, I’m losing.

    -Sreuk…

    Hazel squatted down and grabbed my chin with her hand, forcing my head up.

    Then, my eyes, which were filled with despair and covered with tears, and Hazel’s eyes, filled with pure anger that had not yet resolved, met each other.

    “Just… kill me… jebaal…”

    It hurts so much.

    Because of the bruises all over the place, my entire body was throbbing and sore, as if I had been stabbed mercilessly with a blade.

    The condition of the bruised area is so severe that even the slightest breeze makes a sound.

    Some bones may already be cracked or broken.

    I don’t feel like I’m alive, and I don’t want to be alive in this pain.

    I’d rather just kill him.

    “You mean to kill me? My master didn’t kill me, so I won’t kill him either.”

    “Well…please save me…!”

    “Master, do you know why I came to visit you?”

    As I was struggling in pain and desperately begging for help, Hazel asked me an unexpected question.

    “I, I, was wrong…”

    “I want to give back as much as I received. All. Without missing a single thing. Simple, right?”

    “….!”

    Of course, all I knew was that he came for revenge.

    But what really scared me was Hazel’s words that she would return everything that was done to me in the same way.

    Those words that say you will pay back everything without leaving out a single thing.

    After hearing those words, I lost all hope.

    Aren’t you just abandoning me? Why are you losing hope again?

    I have done too much to Hazel.

    To put it simply, there is a lot of karma.

    Things I normally did without even realizing it, I now deeply regret.

    “Hmm… Ah, the day I was heartbroken by my girlfriend and she came home and beat me mercilessly is still stuck in my mind and I can’t forget it.”

    What Hazel is talking about right now can be roughly summarized as follows.

    The day I came home after being heartbroken by my girlfriend and drinking heavily.

    I want to vent my anger on something, and my emotions are strong.

    It’s not like I have a punching bag at home.

    It was then that Hazel caught my eye.

    As soon as I opened the front door and entered the yard, Hazel ran up to me and scratched my clothes.

    As a result, my emotions, which had already been filled with anger, could not help but be further stimulated.

    It may have been something he did because he was happy, but how could you not be angry when he climbed up and clung to my body with dirty, dirt-covered feet?

    So, I kicked Hazel away, kicked her, and when I felt a little better, I went inside and slept.

    I know this was wrong, but I couldn’t control my emotions at the time.

    “And then he did that to me… The next day, without even a word of apology, all he did was kick me in the balls a few times as if he was being generous and say “Is that enough?”.”

    “Well, what about that…!”

    “There are probably more things that the owner doesn’t remember. You won’t even remember that you got beat up because you were so drunk. I almost gave up on counting.”

    I don’t know what I did when the film stopped.

    I really don’t remember anything about it.

    “I can understand and move on from the fact that you did that because you were drunk. I’ve never been drunk, but I know that it’s hard to control your emotions and you lose your temper…”

    “Thank you…”

    “Do you remember that you starved me for four days because you didn’t want to feed me?”

    “Well, that’s… I’m really… sorry..! This was done on purpose…!”

    “I thought I needed to eat something to survive, so I ate some grass in the yard, but when he saw that, he got angry and hit me. This is because the part where the grass has been torn away is unsightly. You don’t even remember, right?”

    Although I keep begging Hazel that I’m sorry and that I didn’t do it on purpose,

    Actually, I don’t remember a single thing.

    I don’t remember if something like that happened.

    I know I’ve done a lot of things to Hazel, but I don’t remember anything like that.

    I don’t remember it myself, but isn’t this a story I made up suddenly because I needed a justification?

    It just seems like they made it up like that to give themselves a reason to harass me more.

    “There were many other things that happened, but it would be too long to say more, so I’ll just end it here for now. Experience the rest for yourself. Then you will remember them one by one.”

    -Ugh…

    With those words, Hazel let go of my chin, which she had been tightly holding.

    Then he stood up and looked down at me, who was shaking, and continued talking.

    “If you’re going to treat me harshly, you always do it that way, but why did you treat me so kindly and make me so confused? I don’t know if you didn’t even give me the slightest affection.”

    -clatter

    I didn’t know exactly what Hazel was doing because I didn’t even have the strength to raise my head, but I heard something rattling and knew that she was picking up a blunt object.

    “Affection… If it weren’t for that, I would have killed my master with peace of mind right now, I would have really torn him to pieces. Like a fool, I still miss that warm touch… That’s why, even though I found the owner in the warehouse, I didn’t wake him up and just lay quietly on his knees as if possessed by something. What came back was a 30cm steak knife aimed precisely at the heart.”

    Hazel spoke to me in a tearful voice and got close enough to me that I could see the heavy object she was holding.

    The object’s identity was a baseball bat.

    It is a solid baseball bat made of iron, not even wood.

    “Ugh…!”

    I couldn’t help but be astonished when I saw the bloody figure that baseball bat showed off.

    If the worst situation happens to me because of this, then it won’t be at the level of really cracking, but literally ‘crunching’.

    “I could kill him right away with this… but he said I couldn’t do it. no. There’s no need to use any effort, just use that knife… I can’t do it…!”

    Hazel’s crying voice became more and more trembling as she went on, and now she didn’t even try to hold it back and burst into tears.

    “But without a moment of hesitation, the master… tried to plunge the knife into my heart… I blocked it, so the knife didn’t even go in, but at that moment, my heart was already torn to pieces.”

    -Drop… Drop…

    Hazel was crying miserably, and the tears were so overflowing that they were falling to the floor.

    My eyes caught the sight of tears continuing to fall, one drop, two drops, painting the gray cement floor more and more darkly.

    “Still, I think people will like this image a little more than the animal image… Even though I was determined to kill it, I also harbored such foolish feelings. But now I understand.”

    -Wow…

    Hazel’s hand, which was holding the bat, was unable to control her emotions and I could hear the sound of it contracting, so she held the bat with such strength that I could hear it in my ears.

    It was as if he had made a big decision.

    “My master is someone who never gives me affection. And,”

    Hazel’s voice, which had been crying for a while, stopped crying at this point and transformed into a completely stern voice.

    “There is absolutely no need to show even the slightest mercy to such a being from now on.”

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