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"Sage-ya, I've brought you a present." Law called to her, beckoning her to cross the sandy beach towards where he stood. Intrigued, she quickly strode over to him. Smirking like a demon, he held out a transparent cube, with a beating heart in it.
"Whose is this?" She asked, taking the cube from his hand and gingerly resting it in her palms. She marvelled at it, still beating strongly and regularly.
"That bounty hunter's. Thought you might like to play with it."
"Oh yeah. Why thank you, Captain. I didn't think you'd go through the trouble." She flashed him a feral grin and slowly squeezed the heart, digging five sharp fingernails into the soft cube. Then, after a few seconds, she released it, mildly entertained. "Where's the rest of him?"
"On the way. Akylas and Jack are bringing him from the hideout. We ambushed him when he came back to see all his subordinates slaughtered or beaten up." She looked over his shoulder.
"Speak of the devil. There he is." She saw Akylas' tall, lean form and bright yellow hair emerging from the forest past the beach alongside Jack, the bounty hunter walking between them, hands bound behind his back. When they reached Law and Sage, they threw the hunter to his knees before her. Law watched as she smiled at the both of them, thanking them for their help, then placed the hunter's heart back in his hands. "You two might not want to see what happens next. Could you both please go inside? And cover your ears, too. Thanks for bringing him." She said sweetly to the mechanic and cook. Law sent her a questioning glance, looking between her and the heart. "Oh, thanks for getting his heart, but I think that's a little too painless of a way to die after doing what he did to me. Don't you agree, Captain? Don't worry, though, I'll kill him eventually by stopping his heart." Then she addressed the kneeling man: "I'll make you go through Hell and back, only to wish you stayed down there." Law almost shuddered at her lowered eyelids and dark, smirking face. He stepped back, giving her space to do what she wanted.
Smiling sweetly again, she pulled out a scalpel from her boot, flicking off the cover from the blade. She admired the sharp point for a short moment before lowering it, slowly carving a long, deep gash in his face, mimicking her own new scar from ear to nose. She grasped his jaw as he groaned, looking him in the eyes with nothing but hatred. "You could have just killed me, just cut my head off and sent me to the Marines, but no, you have to make me suffer." She spoke while dragging the blade along the sides of his neck, cutting shallow gills into his skin, holding him still by his hair. "Do you know why they call me the Whirlwind?" The man glared up at her. "They call me that because I'm efficient at killing many. I snap necks. You don't deserve the same mercy. I don't care if you beg or cry or plead; you're going to die, but before that, you will experience much worse than what you dealt me." She pulled out a knife, much sturdier than a scalpel, from the waistband of her leggings and hamstrung him to make sure he couldn't run. Then she threw down the knife and scalpel onto the sand, and threw a flurry of blows at him, punching both sides of his face and straight on, breaking his nose and then again. His blood spattered her face and fists, and she started to kick him in the stomach, punching his face back up when he doubled over.
She felt hot blood running down her sides, from broken scabs from whipping and blows. "Now look what you've done to me, you worthless piece of shit." He looked up at her, anger in his eyes, and scoffed, spitting out blood as it poured from his mouth and dripped off his chin and onto the golden sand. "Don't give me that look, motherfucker. Actually, let me help you." She picked up the scalpel again and stabbed his right eye until the orb was mashed into grey matter and blood, then held his left eye open with her left hand and slowly skinned off layers of his eye while he screamed but didn't move, animalistic howls escaping his mouth, only to be interrupted by choking on blood.
"Please, please! Please, just kill me, let me die, you heartless bitch, just kill me!" He yelled and whimpered, tears falling from the gaping holes that previously housed his eyes and running parallel to the rivers of blood on his dirty face.
"Oh, hush up, child." She pried open his mouth and carved out his tongue. Unable to form words anymore, the only sound he could make was a horrible scream of a dying animal, guttural and raw. When she released him, he fell to the side, blood pooling from his mouth and onto the sand. Then she turned to Law, covered in blood with no mercy in her eyes, and held out her hand for the heart he gently clutched in his palm. He placed it in her open hand with a blank face. "Thank you, Captain." She took the knife and slowly pushed it into the center of the soft cube, watching it flutter as it cut itself to pieces on the blade embedded in it. She watched as the bounty hunter writhed on the ground in the large puddle of his own blood, then lay still, twitching. "Have fun in Hell." She kicked the body for good measure, then sighed and fell to the sand on her back, staring up at the red-tinged sky, dyed by the sunset's fading light.
"I would have to say that you are almost as terrifying as I am, Sage-ya." He looked down at her. She turned her head to him, breathing heavily as she clutched her bleeding sides.
"I'm flattered, Law." She pushed herself to her feet. "Could you patch me up again please? I'm bleeding…" She smiled sheepishly.
"Get to the infirmary." He ordered, doctor mode kicking in. Then he teleported the mauled and very dead body of the bounty hunter into the ocean, leaving behind a large puddle of congealing blood.