Mademoiselle is dead.
He couldn't believe it. Not because he cared that much about her, but she was the only one who knew the secret of the afterlife that the martyr archive and told. And even worse, he's the only one that knows she just killed herself. With which face he will face his partners to tell them that theirs hopes are gonne?
The man who not know the answer, but knows that the question is wrong, went back to the room. The other members were still awaiting patiently for the Mademoiselle speech, which only one man knows that will not gonna happen.
He called for everybody's attention and received it. When still looking for words, his mouth began to move by itself.
'My dear friends, I- I-'
And he put a gun inside his mouth and shoot, killing himself just like his master.
Panic is all over the room. Torture girls is fine, but suicide? That's too much for them. Nobody knew what exactly they can do, some just ran in circles.
One man took the dead man's gun and shouted 'Now I will never know what happens afterlife!', and then he shot on his skull.
One by one, they all followed his action, sharing the gun. Some just run throght the street and were hit by a bus or something. The mass-suicide feel ended when just one man left, still to shocked and scared to do a thing. How can he kill himself not knowing what will happens next? And if afterlife is bad? And if he will have to endure thousand years of torture on hell? And if there is nothing at all?
While still thinking to himself what to do with his empty existence, someone entered the room. Her entire is body is glowing head, an efect made from the water on her fresh meat. Her entire body is flayed and marvelous, and her eyes are so profound. 'That must be her', she thought. And he was right. That's her, the sacrificed soul, who died for a cause, the martyr, the poor girl, Anna.
'What the fuck is happening here?!', she yelled, to his surprise. The others would be surprised too, if there hasn't killed themselves.
He was paralized, but then he thought for a second. She is the one who knows everything! If he can't ask Mademoiselle, ask the martyr herself. But his lips coudn't move, so Anna said it first.
'You want me to tell you about the other side? What I saw back then?'
She didn't even has to ask. Of course he want to, he's dying to know. Paralized, with his heart beating faster than an orgasm, he nodded on agreement.
The martyr came next to him, posicionated her mouth next to his ear and said it clear, without any time wasted.
'I don't know. I didn't saw anything.'
As an instint, he put the gun on his mouth and shot, killing himself like the others.