**❗Murder and violence included ❗
It reeks of phenyl and medicine. This is why I detest hospitals. But what use to protest? This is what I am required to do. I am currently at the newborn facility of a renowned hospital. One of my deranged viewers requested for my next stream to take place here. His opinion got most support and here I am, ready to execute his wish, to satisfy his twisted desire. The ward has been sealed of from outside. Other than the kids, only two nurses are stuck here. They sounds terrified, sobbing nonstop, standing in a corner making faces like they have been sent to guillotine. Although I don't plan to touch them ...not yet.
"Which one?" I asked. Ruru was humming a song, she immediately checked the site and replied, "The one on your left."
I walked left and found the first of my props. A small child, its skin so soft, so warm, so alive. I patted his head before starting my speech,
"Alright viewers, with this small little pudding being my toy, let's play the nice game. Usually I would start from toenails but due to viewer ' Sweet Cream's ' request, we will be skipping the intro and directly start the class."
The viewer's request was simple. I cut the child from his vocal cord to its lower belly, peel the skin and introduce its organs like I'm doing a human anatomy for a Biology class. The time length is until their last breath. As one dies, I move on to the next subject and show the rest. Repetition is allowed since there are lots of child and I won't need too much time and props to show the full anatomy. It is going to be a marathon stream. Good thing, I have a lot of stamina.
It's been a while since I started, the number of remaining props have been reduced to half. The young ladies have both fainted but no worries. I will wake them up before the final show. It's so disciplined and continuous : the softness of skin, the sharp cry, the warmth of flooding blood, the identification and description of organs and the coming of death and coldness, it is all so same. I keep repeating the same process.
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20 children remains
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10 children left
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Last five children.
The final show begins.
Ruru has awaken the nurses. They have looked around the dead bodies, pool of blood painting the room and instantly went on their knees to beg for their lives. Pathetic things! I detest cowards the most. But I don't say it aloud. It's unnecessary. Rather I plaster a smile on my face and approach them.
"Ladies, want to live?"
Thry both nod frantically, according to Ruru.
I pat them both in the head and say in a soft voice, "There's two of you and five of the children. Peel their skin alive and cut them into 39 pieces. Do it nearly. The one with more kill gets to live."
Then I once again said loudly, "Rules are declared. Now if the competitors ready, let's not waste anytime. Your time starts now!"
Before I took a single breath, both girls jumped at the dead bodies to retrieve some sharp ice knives. Without any delay, they started peeling one props each. It took thirty minutes. After lots of foul play and unpermitted fights, the match came to an end. The winner should be Lira, but she cannot get her prize as Dola already claimed her life.
"I won, right?"
That grinning fool must look pathetic.
"No. Unfortunately, contestant Dola lost the match and killed the winner. She naturally have to be punished. As a fair judge, I sentence her to die by snakebite."
As I finished my words, Ruru summoned three black mambas and they bit her to death. Her musical scream must have been pleasing to my viewers.
In a mundane voice, I start, " Viewers, I hope you have enjoyed your class. See you next week."
With that, I bowed a bit and Ruru ended the stream.
"Wow, sweetheart!! You totally nailed it. Viewers are flocking to your channel."
" That's good. Let us depart now."
We went out of the room. It was decided beforehand that we'll be leaving in front of all. It helps achieve more scare points.
"Oh my!! Am I dreaming? He is actually here!"
Who? Who is it that made Ruru so excited? I tried to feel it? But all I can feel is a bundle of coldness away from us.
"Who's he?" I ask. Ruru says in deep voice, "He is Nox, the entity of darkness, the owner of night. He is also my beloved. "