Villain's POV: A Monster's Odyssey-Chapter 22: A Man of no Honor

[Warning: Extreme Graphic content ahead]

"I want to raise the original price from 300,000 S$ to... 30,000,000 KWD "

(A/N: S$ = Singarporian dollars. 300,000 S$ = 227,331 USD. KWD = Kuwaiti Dinar. 30,000,00 KWD = 97,777,198 USD)

Mr. Gracia's eyes widened like saucers in horror to a horrifying degree. Leaning over the table, his heart rate for a moment dropped below 20 BPM, almost killing him in an instant.

"... Huuuh... wheez...""

Mr. Gracia's breathing turned into evident heavy pants as he tightly held his chest with cold sweat accumulating and dropping from his face.

If he had not taken his Atropine properly this morning as prescribed by his personal doctor, who knew if he would've been 6 feet under by now.

With everyone's eyes on him, Mr. Gracia slowly regained his breath and dropped into his chair exhausted, as his breathing slowed down at long last.

He didn't even have the energy to swear at Yuuta by now, but only looked at him with absolute disgust and anger, as if he had killed off his whole family by burning them at a stake, similar to what knights and the hierarchical system would do to witches.

Yuuta merely tilted his head in interest, as if observing an interesting phenomenon.

"Ah. So she does matter to you. You've made me really happy, you know? I was almost worried that you wouldn't care about her, but here you are, almost having a heart attack for her. How fatherly of you ~"

The girl trembled, with her terrified eyes darting between the men that were at the table.

Mr. Gracia's hands clenched around a whisky glass in anger, as a vein bulged on his head, barely holding himself from decimating the degenerative abomination in front of him to ground beef.

His hand that held the whisky glass reddened, showing the pressure he exerted on the glass.

CRACK

A spiderweb of cracks formed on the empty yellowish glass before Mr. Gracia's muscles bulged and the glass shattered at last.

Crkshh!

'I will fucking kill you myself! I will kill all those that you hold dear-your sister, brother, mother, father, whoever the fuck they are, and I will fucking crush them alive using a fucking train in front of your eyes!'

His bloodshot eyes scanned the room, as his bleeding hand that was bleeding due to the stabbed glass in his hands clenched, ignoring the impending pain.

With his unsettling and mad gaze settling on Yuuta, he managed a growl through gritted teeth, biting his lips until they bled to hold himself from snapping his fragile little neck

"Do you think I have all that amount? What makes you think so? Are you so dumb that you don't know how much your 'contractor' has?" He sneered.

Yuuta exhaled in exasperation, almost disappointed.

"You still haven't understood." He motioned lazily to the girl.

"This is not a negotiation. It is merely the natural conclusion of our previous discussion."

The contractor trembled with suppressed fury through gritted teeth. "I will kill you for this."

Yuuta took a bite of his steak with his fork in his right , carefully avoiding the pork, of course and smirked.

"Perhaps"

He gestured at Vladimir.

"But for now, let us conclude our business properly. Shall we?"

The contractor's gaze flickered to Vladimir, whose grip tightened on the girl's collar, a cold sweat dripping down his face. Yuuta noticed it, the slight shift in Vladimir's posture, and smirked even wider.

Vladimir had a silent pleading eye as he looked at Mr. Gracia, begging him to take it up as he personally knew how cruel Yuuta could be. The other audience were watching what was happening in great interest, and even Ekidna was recording it like how you would with a film.

"Your daughter" Yuuta said with a gleam in his eyes, "You're going to pay a very steep price for her freedom. How much will you offer?"

The contractor's chest heaved with anger.

"I already told you 300,000 is the maximum. That's my offer. Take it or Fuck off"

Yuuta's expression turned expressionless, his amusement slowly fading. He set his fork down and leaned forward, locking eyes with the man.

"You misunderstand" he said, voice suddenly sharp.

"The price isn't negotiable. But..."

Yuuta paused, letting the silence stretch for a moment, before his lips curled into something sinister.

"Actually, I've changed my mind. The price is now 1B KMW"

Mr. Gracia blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift before bursting into an unsettling laughter.

"Hahaha! So you really are dumb! I couldn't pay more then 300,000 S$, and here your asking 1B KMW? Hahaha, you really know to crack me up boy" He cackled.

"Do I take that as a no?"

Mr. Gracia narrowed his eyes and smirked in contempt.

"Yeah, thats a no. So what are you gonna do about it? Huh?"

Yuuta slowly stood up, his gaze never leaving the man's, with an unsettlingly smile and laughed.

"Haha! Your right, what can I do?"

He went on laughing in response.

Not only was Mr. Gracia shocked, but the audience were also stunned.

The retaliation that they had expected never came.

Dietrich furrowed his brows, trying to come up with a reason to why he was acting this way. Although it was normal for Yuuta to speak nonsense at times, right now wasn't the time to do so.

'Just what are you up, you little schemer?'

He pondered for a while, before his eyes unknowingly widened.

No way.

He wouldn't do that, right?

Right ?

His knowing eyes looked back to Yuuta in astonishment, before he started cackling for no particular reason and kept slapping his thigh.

'Hahaha, to think Yuuta would resort to 'that'! '

Ekidna who was recording the whole film recoiled in disgust at the creep laughing besides her, and instead intently focused her eyes on the current situation.

'Entertain me more!' She thought in her heart, with something finally interesting she could tell her older sister when she went back.

This seemed like a paradoxical situation.

At one moment, Yuuta was threatening Mr. Gracia with his daughter, and the next moment he was laughing alongside him? What bullshittery was this?

Slowly walking away from his chair, Yuuta walked over to the trembling girl on the floor that looked at him in horror. With not an ounce of mercy, he kicked her in the ribs, shattering a rib or two.

"AAAAGH!" She screamed in pain as she held her stomach tightly, spitting saliva from her mouth.

"YOU-"

"Hush" Placing his index on his lips, Yuuta smiled.

"We're just getting started"

Pulling her by the hair as she screamed and begged for mercy, he dragged her to where his chair was before be bashed her beautiful face to the floor, creating a beautiful canva of red on the beautifully and intrquite polished marble flooring.

"STOP!" Like a mad man, Mr. Gracia sat up from his chair and pulled out his handgun, pointing it to Yuuta with madness creeping into his eyes.

"REMOVE YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF HER !"

Without giving as much as a reply, Yuuta slowly stood up from his current crouching position and raised his hands in the ir with a grin.

"Ay, aye captain"

Mr. Gracia sighed in relief with his handgun still pointing at Yuuta, before he heard a scream and the tearing of clothing.

Opening his eyes he saw that Yuuta had flipped the girl on the floor into a missionary pose.

CLICK..

Tearing the dress of his daughter including her panties, he saw Yuuta still maintain a smile.

"STOPPPP !!"

Just as we was about to put a bullet through Yuuta's skull, he felt two cold things touching his body.

Looking down, he saw Ekidna holding a phone in a hand and pressing a Golden Eagle her sister granted her on her 8th birthday on his heart with another, giving him an irritated cold gaze, paired with a frown.

Dietrich on the other hand pointed a golden NIB Korth NXS revolver towards his chin, with another twin golden Korth in his other hand. He didn't even spare Mr. Gracia a glance, as he looked at the current situation with an impassive face, but with eyes that said otherwise.

"Just watch"

She was breathing fast, tied down, shirt torn, wrists purple from the struggle. The smell of sweat, fear, piss.

Yuuta didn't even look at her face.

He decided to do something create and took out his hidden Liber Primus scalpel from his military-styled boots.

"~Ooooh"

"Why not be my painting?" he said flatly.

Yuuta was always fascinated with art, and often drew paintings in his base of hundreds of things using red Paint as his favorite color.

Using the blood of his victims.

He started with her thigh. No deep cuts, just enough to open skin, around 0.2 mm under the skin as he used the blunt edge to irritate the nerves under.

"AAAAAAGGH!"

She screamed blood curling screams. Once, maybe twice.

Then it turned into these shaking gasps like a broken engine. He watched her like he was watching a dying animal. Not with pleasure. Not even curiosity. Just silence.

"You feel that?" he asked.

"You will. For the rest of your life, if you get to keep one."

He kept on tortoring her for 25 minutes straight.

Blood welled up slow. She thrashed. He choked her. Pushed his hand down hard on her chest with bones popping under pressure and carved again.

Suffocated on her own blood.

Thin lines. Like he was sketching something only he could see. Well, it was suitable for him as an artist.

No one was going to stop him.

He whispered in her ear as she sobbed:

"I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to paint you."

Her eyes didn't blink anymore.

They just stared at the ceiling. At nothing.

She wasn't here now. Her body was but her mind had vanished.

He sat back, wiped the scalpel clean, and stared at the lines he'd drawn.

"Now you're worth something." He remarked with a clap and a grin, as he observed his piece of art.

She wasn't even worth violating. Who would want to play with a broken toy?

To Yuuta, she was too ugly to even reach the threshold of 'ugliness' to him.

he wanted to destroy her beautiful face and see her in deep pain.

Pain she would never recover from.

Mr. Gracia, hearing Dietrich's impassive voice collapsed weakly to his knees in despair.

"How much are willing to pay?"

The light that had faded in Mr. Gracia retained as he struggled to crawl up to Yuuta's legs.

"P-please spare her fo-"

Ignoring him, Yuuta kicked him in the face and sent him tumbling.

Looking back at the tear and snot stricken face of the girl, Yuuta felt disgust as he kicked her in the abdomen again, shattering a few more ribs.

"Seems like I didn't beat you enough. I wonder how many kicks it will take before a rib pierces your heart."

Kicking her again and again, Mr. Gracia who was heartbroken screamed momentarily in fear, a price.

"600,000 KMW !"

"Not enough"

The boy who got bored from kicking her, smiled as an interesting idea popped up.

"Heh"

Both Dietrich and Ekidna were quite interested in the scene that was going to follow the ending credits.

***

"Achoo!"

Maria who was still crying for the bodyguard who raised her, looked up from her depressing state.

'Did someone speak about me?'

Quickly dismissing the thought, she continued crying.

***

"Let us play a game, shall we Mr. Gracia?"

"1B KMW !"

Yuuta raised his eye brows in evident surprise.

"I thought you said you wouldn't be able to pay that much?"

"I-i'll take loans! But just please leave my daughter!"

"Not interested. The price is now 2B"

"I-i'll pay it !"

Crawling back to his chair, Mr. Gracia took his phone and with a stiff voice, took a few phone calls under the surveillance of everyone in the room before he hung up.

"T-here, I just deposited the money"

"In gold bars and coins? I don't take crypto"

"Y-yes"

Yuuta clicked his tongue inwardly. He wanted to play more with them, but guessed this was the end. He had to honor his words as a man, after all. What kind of person would he be if he didn't leave them alone after this?

Scratching his head in frustration, he sent Vladimir to go to Violleta to confirm the payment. A few moments later, Vladimir returned and confirmed.

"Tsk, take your daughter and leave quickly before I change my mind"

The contractor's eyes were locked on his daughter's trembling and convulsing figure, crying as they neared the door. But then, just as they reached the threshold, Yuuta's voice broke through the tension.

"NOW!"

Mr. Gracia, almost in a panic, didn't say another word. He rushed out of the room, dragging his daughter behind him, and disappeared through the door.

"Vladimir, the button please"

Ekidna who was excited at the show, cutely pouted as the ending credits appeared.

"Yuuta! Are you really going to leave the-"

Vladimir gave a red button connected to an RF module and a circuit board

In an exaggerated manner, Yuuta giggled as he opened his palms to Dietrich and Ekidna and said:

"Boom!"

The button was clicked.

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A heartbeat of silence.

Then—

BOOM.

The explosion was sudden, violent.

A shockwave rocked the room, knocking items off tables and leaving an oppressive silence in its wake.

The sound of the blast echoed down the hallway, followed by the unmistakable smell of burnt flesh and destruction.

The contractor, still holding his daughter, was caught in the explosion, his body torn apart in a gruesome display.

Yuuta didn't flinch, didn't even bat an eye as the debris settled around him.

He sat still, calm, his fingers tapping on the table as if this was just another mundane business transaction.

The rest of the crew could hear the blast in the distance, and one by one, they began to shuffle in, looking confused but oddly unfazed.

The others entered the room, their faces flickering with astonishment, before they started applauding.

It was quite funny with the other two members sleeping, not waking up despite everything that happened in the last hour.

Dietrich spoke up first.

"Was that...?"

Yuuta raised a finger to his lips, signaling for silence. "That's what happens when people fail to understand the value of what they're paying for" he said, his voice soft and eerily calm.

With smiles, and excitement, the applauding slowly ceased.

Zzzzzz....

The two men were still sleeping. How odd.

Yuuta leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over them.

"Forget the noise. Let us just enjoy the night."

He was never a man of honor.

He never honored his words.

He was simply...

A boy with no honor!

However, just as he was about to sit back to his chair, the red alarm went off, calling for immediate evacuation, bleeping as if a nuclear warhead was going to fall any moment.

A breach.