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Sachiko Amaya stood over the body of her last victim, holding his hands down with her heavy boots, and breathing in the air of her crime. Her long, jet-black hair bounced against the back of her knees, and she smirked devilishly, her honey brown eyes narrowing.

"Have you had enough…?" She asked her victim, her soft, thin, and pink lips curving up more and more as she thought of all the possible ways to eliminate the poor boy.

"P-please…" The boy begged for his life, tears beading in the corners of his eyes. His body was in so much shock, that he wouldn't be able to feel the pain she was about to inflict anyway, but he was still terrified.

Sachiko frowned from the boys pointless pleads for empathy, and she smashed the boys hand with her boot-covered foot, effectively shattering the boys palm, and causing him to scream loudly. "That's much better…" She said, "Scream louder…" Sachiko continued stepping on the boys' hand, over and over again; until it was nothing more than shattered bones beneath bruised skin.

"P-PLEASE!" The boy shouted, tears falling down his face violently. Sachiko closed her eyes, and shook her head in disapproval.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." She waved her finger back in forth, emphasizing her dissatisfaction towards the boy. Sachiko re-opened her eyes, her honey orbs glowing in the moonlight that peaked through one of the windows in the orphanage.

She straddled the boy, holding his arms down with her own, and hovered her face over his ear, smirking all the while.

"You're too late…" She whispered into his ear, her warm breath trickling down the shell of skin. The boy shook his head and body, trying to get free. Even if he could somehow push Sachiko off of him, it would be useless. After all…

She had completely dismembered his legs.

Sachiko slapped the boy across the face, and shook her head once again. "You should be apologizing, not begging for your pathetic life." She said coldly, and grabbed the axe that was on the floor nearby her. It was the same axe she used to cut the boys legs off, and to decapitate the other awful children in the orphanage.

She ran her slender, and pale finger across the blade, feeling the blood of her victims across her fingertip, and smirking triumphantly. They were all dead now… They wouldn't hurt her anymore…

"Are you ready~?" She asked the boy sadistically, enjoying every small, and short second of torturing him. The boy's eyes widened, and he shook his head weakly. His heartbeat was out of control, despite the fact that he was on the brink of death.

"Aw, don't be like that…" Sachiko whined, as if she were a child whose parents didn't by her the toy she wanted. "This is fun, after all!" She slid the blade of the axe over the boy's slender neck, and a small cut opened, and drew blood. The red substance trickled down his neck, and down his shirt, painting his chest red.

"P-…please… Sach…iko…" The boy begged once again breathlessly. Sachiko sighed, and stood up above the boy just like before.

"I already said…" She started, and raised the axe above her head, preparing herself for the finishing blow. She smirked one last time, and threw the axe down, slicing the boys skull in half. The bright red substance that was the boy's blood, splashed onto her pale face, which only caused Sachiko to smirk even more. The blood of her victim… the blood of her success…

"…you're too late…" She finished, throwing her arms down to her sides, and dropping the bloodied axe.

Her now dull, honey orbs glanced around the room, examining all of the corpses. She had killed them all… all of the children who mocked, tortured and abused her… Sachiko smiled in triumph, and threw her head back, and laughed…

…and laughed…

…and laughed…

Description
Sachiko Amaya stood over the body of her last victim, holding his hands down with her heavy boots, and breathing in the air of her crime. Her long, jet-black hair bounced against the back of her knees, and she smirked devilishly, her honey brown eyes narrowing.

"Have you had enough…?" She asked her victim, her soft, thin, and pink lips curving up more and more as she thought of all the possible ways to eliminate the poor boy.

"P-please…" The boy begged for his life, tears beading in the corners of his eyes. His body was in so much shock, that he wouldn't be able to feel the pain she was about to inflict anyway, but he was still terrified.

Sachiko frowned from the boys pointless pleads for empathy, and she smashed the boys hand with her boot-covered foot, effectively shattering the boys palm, and causing him to scream loudly. "That's much better…" She said, "Scream louder…" Sachiko continued stepping on the boys' hand, over and over again; until it was nothing more than shattered bones beneath bruised skin.

"P-PLEASE!" The boy shouted, tears falling down his face violently. Sachiko closed her eyes, and shook her head in disapproval.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." She waved her finger back in forth, emphasizing her dissatisfaction towards the boy. Sachiko re-opened her eyes, her honey orbs glowing in the moonlight that peaked through one of the windows in the orphanage.

She straddled the boy, holding his arms down with her own, and hovered her face over his ear, smirking all the while.

"You're too late…" She whispered into his ear, her warm breath trickling down the shell of skin. The boy shook his head and body, trying to get free. Even if he could somehow push Sachiko off of him, it would be useless. After all…

She had completely dismembered his legs.

Sachiko slapped the boy across the face, and shook her head once again. "You should be apologizing, not begging for your pathetic life." She said coldly, and grabbed the axe that was on the floor nearby her. It was the same axe she used to cut the boys legs off, and to decapitate the other awful children in the orphanage.

She ran her slender, and pale finger across the blade, feeling the blood of her victims across her fingertip, and smirking triumphantly. They were all dead now… They wouldn't hurt her anymore…

"Are you ready~?" She asked the boy sadistically, enjoying every small, and short second of torturing him. The boy's eyes widened, and he shook his head weakly. His heartbeat was out of control, despite the fact that he was on the brink of death.

"Aw, don't be like that…" Sachiko whined, as if she were a child whose parents didn't by her the toy she wanted. "This is fun, after all!" She slid the blade of the axe over the boy's slender neck, and a small cut opened, and drew blood. The red substance trickled down his neck, and down his shirt, painting his chest red.

"P-…please… Sach…iko…" The boy begged once again breathlessly. Sachiko sighed, and stood up above the boy just like before.

"I already said…" She started, and raised the axe above her head, preparing herself for the finishing blow. She smirked one last time, and threw the axe down, slicing the boys skull in half. The bright red substance that was the boy's blood, splashed onto her pale face, which only caused Sachiko to smirk even more. The blood of her victim… the blood of her success…

"…you're too late…" She finished, throwing her arms down to her sides, and dropping the bloodied axe.

Her now dull, honey orbs glanced around the room, examining all of the corpses. She had killed them all… all of the children who mocked, tortured and abused her… Sachiko smiled in triumph, and threw her head back, and laughed…

…and laughed…

…and laughed…