On the day of my burial, everyone wore black and was utterly grief-stricken. After laying me to rest in the cemetery, Collin, Peter, and Michael quietly went off to drink. I looked around, but I couldn’t see Richard anywhere. Had he not come to say goodbye?But just as I thought entered my mind, I saw him arrive, dragging a bound and helpless Faye along with him.At that moment, Michael and the others drew their daggers and struck Faye, one by one. She started with pitiful wails, but gradually, her screams weakened as life drained from her. I watched, unable to look away, as Faye was tortured to death. Surprisingly, I felt a strange satisfaction deep inside of me.They pretended to be deeply emotional as they killed Faye, chanting my name as they slit her throat. But inside, I felt nothing.However, when I saw Richard holding a knife, I suddenly cried and tried to rush forward to stop him. But everything that had happened up until that point didn’t matter to Richard.Why
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