Chapter 6: Foiled For The Last Time

SLAM!

The double door entrance flew open, as the doctors and a crying Julia came in with King on a hospital bed. The white sheets of cotton was excessively red, so wet with blood that it was dripping all over the place. King was damaged...severely damaged. He was immediately transfered to a larger bed, as a nurse urges Julia to go outside and wait. Julia agrees and sits on a chair. The masked teenager walked in.

"He would tell you not to worry. To be strong."

"Maybe you're right." Julia wiped her face. "Thanks for the help. We could've been done for. By the way, I never did get your name."

"My name is of no importance. The oppurtunity just flashed before my eyes and I had to do my duty."

"What? Saving the world?"

"Not likely." The teenager exits the scene. Julia watched impressively, then a doctor opens the door.

"Miss Chang, I'm glad to report that we have successfully removed the bullet. He's awake, but maybe some rest for 2 weeks may do."

CRASH!

The window in King's room shatters. Julia rushed inside to find that King was missing, and a broken window with nothing but wind flowing through it.

Meanwhile...

11:00- Monday- Muffie's Hideout

King was exhausted, considering the pain the bullet made on his back. Cold sweat was dripping all over his body, his face bleeding so much that went though his mask. His wrists were tied to the upper part of the pillars beside him, and his feet tied to the lower. He was in his boxers, and was completely paralized. He observed the environment. He was in a room, lighted only by hundreds of candles.

"I won't be foiled, King...not again." Muffie whispers just 2 inches away from his ear. She was wearing a rather seductive and outrageously revealing outfit. She was in a high fashion bra, her lips red as a rose, her black leather short as tight as skin and as short as it has never been before. "Now tell me...that you love me, King. And this will all be over."

"Go to hell..."

BAM!

Muffie punched King even harder on the face. She just can't accept that fact that King cannot love a monster like her. She pulls out a knife. "I know you're gonna say it soon enough, King. I don't want to see you like this, but if it's what it takes for you to feel for me, I will do it." Muffie slits through King's muscular chest, as King screams loudly in extreme pain. "Now tell me, King...that you love me."

"...f-..forget it, bitch...I will never...ever love you..." King coughs blood in pain. Muffie just giggles. She picks up a pail of water with a red and a black hose in it. King's eyes widens. He now realizes what to expect. Muffie pulls out two electric pliers with wet sponges attached. "This is only going to get even harder, King, so let's make it fast. Let's finish this. But...maybe we could finish this the easy way...or we could finish this the hard way. What's it gonna be?" King hesitates to speak, knowing how unreal the pain will be. He backs down, not resisting against the temptation. King was having second thoughts, but...

"...not even close..." King answered. Muffie giggles.

"Wrong choice." She thrusts the pliers at King's body, letting 350 volts of electricity dominate his whole body. The wrestler screams in agony, while Muffie laughs in pleasure...