Takes place in the world of Cacophobe-Ann; an Ann who lives in a future world as a Phantom Thief who "steals" the lives of ugly looking people.

This specifically follows on from Ann meeting her future self's daughter, Mindy Takamaki, after being sent to the future. Due to the Purgatory incident, Mindy was screwed up and was almost miscarriage; due to this she is born as an ugly looking girl with deformities. After adult-Ann abandons her for being a mistake, the Ann sent from the past, kidnaps her and uses her as a torture toy to release her hatred for ugly people out on.

"Worthless bitch!"

I smack Mindy across the face.

"Ugly fuck! Just fucking die!"

"I...I'm sorry for existing, mother."

Mindy looked like she had the urge to cry—but she keeps in control. She deserved this, and she knows it.

"Gaaaugh! I hate having to look at your fucking face all the time!"

I hit Mindy.

"Go put your fucking mask on!"

"Y-Yes, right away..."

Mindy gave me a quick bow, before swiftly making her way to her room.

"(...She fucking deserves this. I can't ever forget that.)"

I reminded Mindy of that every single day.

She was born to be this way. This is what she deserved.

In any event, Mindy entered back into the living room with her mask now covering her hideous face. I turn to her and march over.

"That's better."

I fold my arms, and look at Mindy from down my nose.

"Mindy, you do know how fortunate you are to even live here?"

Mindy nods.

"Yes. I honestly don't deserve it..."

"And why is that?"

Mindy closes her eyes.

"I'm hideous and subhuman. I deserve nothing."

"And yet you insist on staying alive?"

"..."

Mindy shakes her head.

"No...I understand I should kill myself, mother."

"Yes, you should."

My response was so curt that it seems to make Mindy's resolve falter slightly, if the widening of her eyes is anything to go by. But she kept it together—

"T-...Thank you for being honest, mother."

"Do you know how useless you are?"

"Yes...I'm utterly useless in every way..."

It was true. Mindy is a useless piece of trash.

Nothing she could do would ever change that.

"And why are you such a useless little fuck, huh?"

Mindy robotically turns her head in the direction of a nearby wall mounted mirror. Staring back at her was her face; with her hideous deformities.

"...Because I'm subhuman," she says, while gently touching at her face, "I...I'm a hideous non-human creature."

I smirk.

"Good. Now, tell me what you deserve."

"...Pain. Misery. Nothing good or positive..."

I grab at my daughter's chin, roughly.

"That's right. You're lucky to even be fucking alive, you little abortion."

Tears from in Mindy's eyes.

"I know..."

"Fucking. Cunt."

"I-I'm sorry for being born..."

I let go of her then hit her across the face.

"Say it like you fucking mean it!"

"I-I'm sorry I was born, Mother!" exclaims Mindy, while clenching her eyes, "I'm sorry I exist! If I could I...I'd kill myself right now!"

"You CAN kill yourself right now if you really wanted to," I reply, "There are knives in the kitchen, you know. A slit to the throat is all it would take."

Mindy nod.

"I know..."

I look at Mindy for a moment, before grunting. I sit down onto the sofa, and casually fold my legs.

"Do you know what the difference is between me and you...my 'child'...?"

Mindy looks at me, before nodding.

"Yes."

"Go ahead. Say it," I command.

Mindy rubs at her arm, and looks down to the floor.

"...You're beautiful, Mother," Mindy says, "but I am the exact opposite of that."

"Yes, that's right..."

I slowly reach over for the book that is sitting nearby on the sofa. It's an album—an album containing some of my old modelling shots.

I lay it onto my lap, and open it. I begin flipping through the pages...

"Compared to you, Mindy...I'm actually worth something."

"...Yes, Mother..."

"I'm a model, a beauty, a wonderful human being..."

I look up at Mindy, and shake my head at her. I shut the album, and then practically shove it into Mindy's personage.

"And what are you, in comparison? Go on, tell me."

Mindy is silent for a moment—she looks down at the album, before slowly opening it into a random page. In it are various images of me. I look gorgeous in all of them, of course—what with my flawless body that has it in all the right places, my perfectly formed face, my incredible blonde silky hair, my glimmering eyes of blue...

God, I'm perfect!

"..."

A can sense my point clawing into Mindy's mind, as she stares down at the photos of me. I can swear that she's holding back an urge to sob—I can't tell, with her mask, and everything, but I think she might be crying.

Good.

"I-I'm...hideous compared to you..." she says, her voice breaking a little.

I nod at her, with a smirk.

"And...that makes you what, Mindy?"

"...A...waste of space...a-and a disappointment..."

I stand up, and then harshly rip the album from her grasp. She doesn't deserve to be holding it in her hands.

"That's right."

Mindy's stomach begins to growl—Mindy puts a hand to it, and seems to grimace a little.

It's not surprising. Mindy barely eats. That's partly her own doing, and partly because of me. She knows she doesn't deserve to eat, and I don't let her eat. Not unless I'm feeling generous. As a result she's grown rather...malnourished and thin.

It hasn't helped with her appearance any, but that's beside the point. She's just...beyond helping. She looks naturally awful, and her heavy deformities ruin her beyond repair. At this point all of this is simply a form of self-harm. And a necessary one, at that; a way to live her life while acknowledging her guilt over how she looks.

"...Do you require food?"

I ask the question as though dictating that I know what Mindy's answer should be.

"...I..." Mindy mutters out, "I-I...would like...something, maybe..."

I frown at her—I grip her by her arm, digging my nails into her flaky skin.

"Ngh!"

"Maybe I wasn't clear..." I say, while glaring down at her, "I asked you...if you require food."

"N-...N-No...Mother..."

I let go of her, and take a step back.

"...Bread and water. That's all you're getting today, and you should be grateful for even that. You shouldn't even be alive, let alone using up my food and drink."

I hear a quiet sob come from Mindy, but she seems to force it down.

"Y-...Y-Yes...o-okay..."

With that I make my way to the kitchen and get started with making her basic food stuff. I put a piece of bread onto a plate and fill a glass with water. Bringing it out to her, I hand over the water and place the plate onto the table.

"Make it last. You're not using up anything else with your useless fucking needs."

Mindy nods.

"O-Okay..."

She pulls her mask up, so that she can take a sip of the water—revealing her hideous mouth in the process. I can see her deformed skin...

God, it's awful looking.

"Seriously...when will you just die?"

"I-I...I'm working on it..."

I scoff.

"You can fucking kill yourself whenever you goddamn want! Just do it already!"

Mindy looks down to the ground. She pulls her mask over her face, and places her glass onto the table.

"I...I will soon...I promise..."

I fold my arms and sigh. I only keep her around because she makes good stress relief. I seriously just want her to go, though—I doubt she has the courage, mind you. In a way I hope she doesn't, so I don't lose my punching bag.

It's the constant torture of making her suicidal—making her attempt suicide again and again, as a useless sack of waste, that is so damn satisfying.

Although the thought of how she can't even kill herself properly—how she isn't even good for something as basic as that, makes me so angry.

"...Fucking cunt..."

I grit my teeth.

"You're a fucking cunt! I hate having to fucking take care of you!"

"I-I know—"

"Oh shut the fuck up!"

I'm so sick of everything about her—her fucking existence is wrong! And every fucking thing about her just remind me of it! Her fucking voice, her disgusting fucking body and face, her fucking needs!

Fuck her!

Just...fucking hell, I hate her! I hate every little fucking thing about the miserable abortion!

"I...I'm going to fucking beat you!"

"M-Mother...?"

I glare at her.

That's what I decided to do. I've decided. I'm going to allow my crazed passion to overtake me and pummel the goblin with everything I have.

"You fucking goblin..."

I closed my eyes and allowed my feelings to consume me—feelings of anger over my the existence of this 'daughter' of mine. Feelings of disgust that she exists, with my DNA in her pathetic little body...

This thing...is my 'off-spring'...

She's my damn legacy...that ugly fucking bitch, devoid of any and all physical merit, is what becomes of the 'Takamaki' bloodline.

When I think about it, I become deeply enraged. I cannot control it—it pushes its way from my gut, up into my chest, like a surge of emotion.

"Gaaah..."

I won't stand for it...

I will never stand for it! Not for as long as I damn well live!

This piece of shit goblin is nothing to me...

No, no she isn't 'nothing'...

That's the wrong way of seeing it. She IS something to me, that's for sure...but that isn't my 'daughter'. No, she's not any daughter of mine.

What that goblin is...is my plaything.

And what I need to hear from it...are its screams...

"You...worthlessly hideous looking fuck..."

I open my eyes, and look over at Mindy—she stares at me from beyond her mask.

"Nnngh...I'm...!"

I clench my fists—an urge to hurt Mindy surging across my whole being.

"I'm going to fucking hurt you...!"

Mindy doesn't seemed too fazed—although with her mask on its difficult to make out her actual expression. Either way, I find myself launching at her, and she just stands glued to the spot. I push her to the ground, getting on of her.

"F-Fuck...You fucking cunt..."

I can't keep it contained...I can't control how I feel—its consuming me, eating away at any ounce of restraint or 'reason' I have left inside of me. I just...

I just want my pathetic, ugly fucking daughter to suffer.

I want to hurt her hideous look goblin face. I want to fucking kill her.

I want to beat her to fucking death! I want her to fucking DIE!

I grab at her mask, and tear it off her face, revealing her hideous face before me. When I see it, my already strong charge of bloodlust only becomes stronger still. I toss the mask over my shoulder, while glaring down at Mindy's face.

She looks terrified—her eyes are filled with tears, and some seem to have fallen down her cheeks.

Not that I care. The little bitch can cry all she wants—seeing those tears only makes me happier, if anything. When she can take what I give her, I know I'm not giving her enough.

I want her to fucking hurt. Physically, and emotionally.

"Die!"

I raised my arm up, and then sent my fist flying down into the side of Mindy's face—

"Ugh! Ngh!"

I don't stop—I keep going, my drive for her suffering consuming me.

"Ugh! Gahn! Nngh! Fah!"

With each strike I deliver to her face, my fist impacts with the force of a brick. All my weight and strength is behind every punch. I'm holding nothing back.

The dull sound of me beating her fleshed echoed throughout the room. Her cheekbone and my knuckles sharply connected.

"Hbh?! Ohg! Uugh!"

I kept punching, and punching—each hit had the weight of my full anger and resentment behind it.

Anger for all things ugly and hideous.

Resentment towards this dogshit abortion that dared to be born with my goddaman name. It just...pisses me the fuck off!

How dare she?! What right does she have, huh?!

She doesn't even have the right to exist on this fucking planet alongside me, let alone misappropriate MY fucking family image!

"You! Fucking! MISTAKE!"

I keep going—hitting, and hitting, and hitting...

Crimson blood slew around the moment I contacted with her nose. Blood erupted from her nostrils, drying her face, and my own fists, red.

"YOU! FUCKING! WORTHLESS! FUCK!" I screech.

I pound and pound, doing all I can to inflict as much damage as possible. I ignored any sign of exhaustion, any reason to halt, as Mindy screamed, and yelled, as though a demon had taken possession of her.

As I continued the relentless beating her lip split open. Her jawbone and cheekbone jarred from the sharp striking of my fists. The delicate blood vessels beneath her skin ruptured, along with the corner of her misshaped eyes. Her already deformed skin was beginning to swell into an even uglier blood red—

Fitting for a physically worthless freak like her.

More hits—more smashes to her skull, from every angle and location possible.

Why won't this little fuck just die?! Die! Die!

Fucking die, you goblin fuck!

"DIIIIIEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

"Nnngh...! Yaaaagh...!"

Mindy's voice made it clear that she was at her limit. That meant I had to hit her more. More, more! Keep striking her, keep punching her, more mercilessly than ever!

Seeing Mindy's hideous face swell and bulge black and red is incredible.

It's as though she's being 'marked'—No longer any form of 'resistance' to the idea of how much of an ugly fuck she is. This is bringing about a natural element to this creature's existence; naturally ugly pain, naturally ugly suffering, and naturally ugly bruising.

It all came together to form a naturally unsightly existence, that fit such a hideous subhuman cunt like Mindy to a tee.

"You fucking deserve this! DON'T YOU?!"

I practically spit down at her face. She looks like she can barely talk, with how much my beating has screwed up her mouth and jaw.

"Ywes...uggh...haaah..."

I can't quite make out her voice—it's an almost delirious sounding slur. She seems to be falling into some sort of state of unconsciousness.

"Fucking bitch! You can't even talk properly, you cunt...?!"

I hit her in the jaw—

"Ugh! Nnngh! Oough!"

As I pummelled it began making a sort of cracking noise. I imagine that if I continue like this I'll shatter her jaw beyond any hope of repair.

Good.

The less the bitch can talk, the better. Talking isn't even a privilege she should have. She should keep her filthy fucking mouth shut.

"Oh? You can't talk?" I mock, "too fucking bad. I guess that's what you get for being such a hideous fucking freak!"

Her eyelids were internally bleeding sending blood mixed with tears down her hideous face as bubbly blood flew from her mouth.

I continued to beat her face in. Hit her! Punch her! Pummel her! Anywhere, it doesn't matter! Her face, her nose, her jaw, her hair, her temple! Just keep fucking hitting her!

"Huggh...Hagah...! Oh...agoh! Gooh..."

Mindy's voice was becoming quiet, and distant, like she was barely aware.

I grab her by the scruff of her hair—and glare into her battered, deformed, swollen, tear-stained eyes.

"Do you think I should stop?" I ask. "Do you think you deserve a break from this?"

The goblin doesn't respond—she only whimpers like a pathetic animal.

"I'm taking the non-answer as a 'no'."

I smirk—

I don't want to stop. I want to continue torturing this miserable little subhuman for as much as I can.

I get off of her for the time being, and look down at her; at Mindy's battered face.

What a fucking unsightly mess. Unsightly...and yet so sincere—to be such a hideous fucking lump of flesh that all you're good for is getting beaten black and blue...

Something inside of my stomach flips. I can't believe this thing is connected to me by blood...

"...I'm going to hurt you until you're on death's door."

I state it like it's a fact, rather than a threat.

"And that's how you'll stay..."

Thanks to my power, I'm able to keep Mindy from ever fully dying. Which means I can do whatever I damn well want to her—I can perform whatever brutality I feel like, and she'll still be alive to endure more afterwards.

It was...cruel, and sick, I can admit.

But fuck it; that creature...she deserves it. She fucking deserves all of it.

I don't give a shit if she's my damn 'daughter'. Hell, that's exactly why I want to do this to her. I know...that this piece of fuck-shit abortion-after-waste needs this treatment.

Her pathetic fucking face...

Her disgusting fucking little body...

Nothing physically worthy about her at all. NOTHING.

She is just a fucking rot. A piece of fucking rot.

"...Nngh...guugh..."

As she softly groans on the ground, I can do nothing but scoff at it.

I don't feel any empathy for its pain, or the suffering it must be going through. It's not any of my concern—Mindy might be my 'daughter' by mere technicality, but beyond that, all she is...is a mistake that I want to punish.

...

I walk into the kitchen, leaving the goblin to bleed out on the floor for the time being. I look around for anything I can use to inflict suffering on Mindy. There's so many things that catch my eye...I can use a knife, of course, but that seems too simplistic. I could use the rolling pin to beat her...or I could take her hideous face and force it against the grill.

Just the thought of that gets me...excited. Her, screaming, while her flesh gets burned—me, keeping her held down, while her arms are restrained. She'd be unable to escape...unable to do a thing.

"(That'd be fun...)"

I lick my lips at the mere idea of it.

Although there's plenty I could do, so...Hah. I feel a little spoiled for choice. I'm like a kid in a toy store.

It's insane to think that one time in the past I was so different. I wouldn't have even entertained the notion of torture. But now...now it felt so...well, so necessary.

"(Mindy needs this...)"

I close my eyes, and take in a breath.

"(Like every ugly person...because...)"

I clench my fists.

"(It isn't fair...It isn't fucking fair that they exist...! While people like me...struggle! I struggle because I look beautiful! But they act like they know how it feels to live and to suffer...!)"

And Mindy is...

She's...

"(...She dares call herself a goddamn Takamaki...! She dares be born as part of our struggle...!)"

"G...Gaaaauuuugh!"

It's too painful of a truth to keep buried away inside of my chest. I can't—it comes out as a surge, rising from a rawest part of my chest.

I grab for a nearby rolling pin, and clench it in my hand. I don't care about the method anymore—all I want to do is hurt her. I just want her to hurt, and then die—after I've used her as much as I want for stress relief, that is.

"Ann Takamaki..."

It's...

The voice...

Temporarily my rage subsides, replaced by shock. I look upwards, with wide eyes.

"Y-You..."

"Did you miss me, Ann?"

I haven't heard from them in a long time.

I honestly thought I'd never hear from them again.

"W-Where...did you go...?" I ask the voice—that wonderful voice of the 'god' who gifted me my current life. The 'god' who separated me from my soft old-self, and allowed me to see the truth; that ugly people need to suffer and die.

"I've not gone anywhere.

I've simply been observing your development."

"My...development...?"

"You've become quite the abusive mother...

Not that I'm complaining.

It's what your daughter deserves after all, right?"

I look down at the rolling pin my grasp.

"...She deserves more than this," I state, "I...I..."

"She's your personal punching bag...

Your beating toy for stress relief.

Every ounce of hatred for uglies packed into her..."

They're correct in their assertion. It's just as they say.

"...Ugly people...I...I can't control how much I hate them..."

It's not like any 'ordinary hatred'...it's too wild, too...too raw.

When I was 'born' in the purgatory world, I had these feelings encroach upon me. They consumed me, and before long it was all I could think about. This craving to cause ugly looking people suffering...

"I-It hurts...i-it hurts my chest..."

I can't breathe sometimes—

"A-And with Mindy, I...I crave her suffering so much...! B-But isn't that so twisted...?"

I clench my eyes shut.

"M-My own daughter...! I crave her suffering and pain!"

"Don't falter, Ann.

She is the problem, not you."

"I-I know that, but...why? Why her...?"

I take in a breath.

"I...I fucking crave her screams...her pain...I know how messed up it is, and yet..."

"It is not 'messed up'.

It is precisely because of who she is that you crave what you do.

You...need to trust in yourself, Ann."

"T-Trust...in myself...?"

"You're strong willed.

You can cope with whatever path you decide to take."

"..."

"So don't falter.

Keep being the wonderful person you are.

Keep punishing her."

"Y...Yes..."

I nod my head, while grip the rolling pin between my hands.

"I-I'll...use your power to keep her in the most horrific state I can..."

With their privileges, I'll be able to keep bringing them back from the grave—perpetually conscious, perpetually in pain. Never granted the actual release of death...

"I...I know she deserves it...! She deserves it for daring the taint the 'Takamaki' name...!"

With that, the voice of my 'god' appears to leave—I can just sense it, like usual. Thanks to their presence, however, I now feel more determined than ever. I won't ever stop this—

I am Ann Takamaki...

A thief of the happiness of ugly people known as Panther.

And here in this world of the future, my alternative-future self had a goblin daughter called Mindy Takamaki—a mistaken creature, that I have since taken in as my punching bag. I keep her at the peak of pain and suffering 24/7. Nothing else is as satisfying to me...

...

...

As I walk back into the living room, I notice Mindy sprawled out on the floor. She appears still, and as I approach her, it becomes apparent that she's out cold.

"Is she...?"

I kneel down next to her, I notice the slight rising and falling of her chest. It seems she's still alive, just unconscious. Although you'd be mistaken for thinking she's dead, given how fatal the scene looks. Her face is stained with blood, and is swollen from my beating I had given her. Goodness knows how many times I had hit her—I had lost count, although I'd be surprised if I didn't give her severe long-term skull fracturing, and maybe even brain damage.

"Goddamn goblin..."

I spit down at her, and then close my eyes.

I don't want her to die yet—no, not before I've really had my fill with her. At the thought, I begin concentrating on the idea, and a familiar pink aura begins to swirl around my body. This is the power that I had been granted via the purgatory world and its creator—

This aura that is formed from my beauty—my physical worth. Just like how the purgatory had the power to bring people back to life, this power of mine, too, can keep people alive if I so desire. In that sense, it is the ultimate form of eugenics—

I decide who lives and who dies, and when.

Anyway, my aura contorts around me, like a great shield made up of streaks of crackling pink. Several of the arms wrap themselves around Mindy's limbs, as though holding her in place. They crack, as though sending a force into Mindy's body—her body convulses, and then—

"Haagh!"

Mindy's eyes open as she makes a frantic pant for breath—or at least, as open as they can be in their current state.

I don't hesitate. I go straight into bashing at her head with the rolling pin. As I smash her skull with it, it makes a satisfying cracking noise on impact.

"Nngh...Ugh..."

Mindy is kept in a state where she seems barely conscious. She yelps in pants of pain as I hit her.

The arms around her limbs keep surging her body with energy, preventing the goblin from falling under. All she can do is lay in continued pain, taking every hit, growing increasingly more battered—having her brain increasingly shattered beyond understanding. Her mouth is filling with blood, causing her to choke—she tries to spit it all out, causing a bubbly mess of blood to spew forth.

After a while I toss the rolling pin to the side, and the wrap my hands around Mindy's throat.

"Choke, bitch!"

I squeeze my hands are tightly as I can. Mindy seems to be weakly trying to grip onto my wrist to force it away, but it's no good for her.

"Haa—nghhk...-!"

She croaks while deliriously flailing around.

"Fuck you! Stop trying to resist this, goblin abortion!"

With her suspended in a state of constant consciousness she refuses to black out, let alone die. I can't imagine the agony of being constantly choked, unable to even be relieved by your own unconsciousness.

I let go of her neck, after around a minute, and then reach over towards the nearby table—on which is sitting a fancy looking scarf. It's my favourite scarf, but screw it, I'm too knee deep into this.

I wrap the scarf around Mindy's neck, and keep choking her with it. I pull at the two ends with my full strength, crushing her little goblin neck.

"Hhnnk-!"

Her tongue dangles from her mouth as saliva falls and drips down the side of her face. Her eyes begin to roll back, and her body shakes and convulses as though possessed.

"Gaaaaaugh!"

I scream in anger, while continuing to put all my strength into choking her. I can keep going forever—I don't ever want to stop. But no, even this isn't enough. This ugly daughter of mine deserves more suffering on top of this.

As that thought consumes me, I find my chest swirl with a strong surge. My pink aura begins contorting—the arms attached to Mindy's limbs begin too surge with a type of energy. As if responding to my one desire to cause pain to Mindy, they begin filling her body with as much pain as possible.

"Nnnnggh-...! Uuuggooggghh!"

Mindy's eyes widen to an unnatural degree—the surge of pain appears to have 'awoken' her out of the delirious state of half-consciousness she was previously in.

"Nnngh! NNNnnnuuuuuuUUUUUUGH!"

"Die! DIE! SUFFER! SUFFER! SUFFER!"

I don't think my power has ever resonated with this much intensity with me before.

I can barely keep it contained—if I continue at this rate I worry that I might burst forth with something utterly devastating. But I can't stop. Not while I'm enjoying myself this much—I've never felt better before in my entire life.

It's a euphoria I don't think I'll ever be able to replicate anywhere else.

"GAAAAUUUUUUUUUGHH! SUFFER, YOU DISGUSTING GOBLIN FUCK-!"

Eventually my physical exhaustion catches up to me, and I find myself weakening my grip of the scarf around her neck.

"Nnngh! Hnnk-!"

As I let the choking stop, Mindy begins panting in dry croaks—

"Haaauuh...Gauugh-!"

At the same time, though, her body is still being assaulted by the pain brought about by my aura.

"(That's it...continue to fucking suffer...!)"

In some part of my mind I feel like I should stop—I've been going for hours, and I can hardly spend 24/7 torturing this useless sack of shit. With that in mind, I decide that enough is enough for the time being.

I allow my power to retract, then stand up off of Mindy. She seems relieved to be free from the torture for the time being. I scoff, as I look down at her—

"Get onto your fucking feet!" I command.

Mindy doesn't seem to respond. Or, at least, can't respond. Either way, it just makes me angry.

"I said, get onto your feet, you goblin bitch, before I fucking hurt you some more!"

Mindy seems to make an actual effort this time—I can see her trying to stumble into a sitting position, but I guess her mind is too scrambled from the beating, and the lack of oxygen to her brain.

Either way, she tumbles onto the floor, clearly disorientated.

"GET UP!" I yell at her, "USELESS ABORTION! YOU CAN'T EVEN FUCKING STAND?!"

Mindy sobs as she lays on the ground—I growl, then kneel down. I grab her, and roughly force her up onto her feet.

"Damn cunt! When I tell you to fucking do something, you DO IT!"

"S-S...Swo...haaah...rry..."

I think she just said 'sorry', although its difficult to tell. It just came out as a croaked, slurred mess of noise between her strained sobs.

While still gripping her by her scruff I deliver a punch to her gut—just one last hit for good measure.

"Ngh-!"

I then throw her towards the sofa. She falls towards it, and tumbles down into a half slouched, half-sitting position.

"I suppose with your current state, eating and drinking won't be easy, will it?"

I look over at the water and bread sat on the table.

"Well, if you're able to, go to town."

I imagine it'd be quite painful, given the state of both her jaw and her throat. The thought of it makes me smirk.

"Anyway, it's getting pretty late...so I'm off to bed."

I make a point of yawning, and stretching my arms—I turn towards a nearby wall mounted mirror, and examine my own reflection in it.

Boy, do I look good. Thanks to my power-aura of beauty, all the blood from Mindy is gone, and I haven't even broken much of a sweat. You'd barely think I lifted a single finger in effort today.

"Haaah...so beautiful..." I muse, "my beauty should be preserved for all time..."

I turn to Mindy, and let out a sigh—

"...And then there's you."

Such a hideous non-beauty deserved to be treated like what she was.

I walk over to the sofa, and kneel down in front of Mindy. I look at her, with an incongruously 'motherly' smile.

"I hope you appreciate me giving you what you need...my 'child'."

Mindy only sobs in response—she clenches her eyes shut, and slowly nods her head.

I stand up.

"Good. Now then...try and recover for tomorrow."

Of course, I'd continue torturing her—continue making her life as miserable as I could manage.

Just like she deserved.

"Hell, I'll even let you use the first aid kit if you really want."

I grab Mindy by her chin.

"Ain't I nice?"

Mindy's battered eyes barely seem to register what they're looking at. I can't tell how much I messed up her sight, but I'm guessing a lot—well, at least this way she won't be misappropriating beauty anymore.

"What do you say, Mindy?"

"...T-Th...ank...y...you..."

I let go of her chin, then smile at her.

"Good girl."

I stand up.

"Now...I think that's all for today."

I turn, to go and walk away—

"Oh...and, by the way..."

I turn back to Mindy, and place a hand on my hip.

"Do keep what I said earlier in mind..." I say, while smirking at her, "you can kill yourself whenever you damn well want. As long as I'm not around, nothing is stopping you."

"..."

My point is clear: kill yourself tonight, and you'll escape torture tomorrow.

You decide—you decide if you're too much of a damn coward or not to 'help' yourself.

"(Oh, but you are a damn coward. You won't fucking do it, will you?)"

I can't help but cackle at the thought—She must be so damn desperate to die, and yet she would never be able to do it. She'd condemn herself to her suffering via her own inaction.

God, I'm...broken. I truly am—here I am, using my daughter's suicidal feelings to torture her psyche. Yet is this truly being 'broken'? From an outsider's point-of-view, it would seem that way...

But I'm not so sure.

I see this as something natural, and right.

This is...my way of showing this damn world exactly how much I detest these miserable ugly subhumans. This shows exactly what I think an ugly goblin who tries leaching off of my beauty deserves.

"Well...goodnight, Mindy."

I smirk at her one last time, before marching towards my bedroom.

While there, I sit down in front of my mirror, and simply admire myself for a moment—

The gorgeous, sexy, beauty staring back at me—I can't help but raise my fingers to the glass and stroke gently at the reflection.

"(I...I truly deserve this, don't I...?)"

I close my eyes—

When I do, thoughts of how I had once been fill my head. That...pansy version of myself who was part of that band of self-righteous 'thieves'. I've broken apart from that now, and become my own version of a 'Phantom Thief'—one whose goal is to eradicate ugliness wherever it was.

And I've become better for it.

...

As I open my eyes, my reflection staring back at me has changed. In contrast with my current look of admiration, the expression of the reflection is sad, with tears falling from her eyes.

"S-Stop..." I grit my teeth—my reflection seems to speak to me. "You sick, disgusting monster...S-Stop hurting people who've done nothing wrong! Stop this! JUST STOP IT!"

"(No...t-this is...)"

This had happened before.

Like the voice—my god—had told me, it was...an after image. A desperate plight trying break through. But that was all it was.

"...Go away..." I state in response, while closing my eyes, "you're...not me anymore. Ann Takamaki—Panther, is not you."

...

I open my eyes—my reflection has returned to normal.

I let out a sigh of relief. That went far better than last time—It's like I had been told.

'Keep calm, and keep the truth in your heart, and it'll go away on its own'.

...

"Anyway...I should get my beauty sleep..."

I lay in my bed, staring up at the ceiling—as I slowly close my eyes, my lips form into a smile.

I can't believe how lucky I am. Here I am, in a perfect position in life. I can satisfy myself however I want...I can punish the ugly however I want. I have divine protection.

I'm like...the messiah of beauty—my god's messenger...Panther, the sexy phantom thief.

"Thank you," I say, softly—

I still don't fully understand who they are. I still don't completely know the whole truth, but...in a way, I'm fine with that. I feel like it's actually for the best

Either way, this is all thanks to them. I couldn't be more grateful—Although, of course, have myself to give credit too, as well. I've come a long way—I've taken a hold of these feelings inside of me, and really used them to shape myself into the image I want out of myself.

I'm not held down by any type of 'shamefulness' or anyone who tells me that how I think and feel is somehow 'wrong' or 'evil.

"Ugly people...aren't safe as long as I'm around..."

I let out another yawn, and then roll onto my side.

"Heh...Gosh, this is the best..."

I still can't quite believe it. That things turned out this way—I do admit, there are moments when I falter. Sometimes I begin to miss my old friends...sometimes I wonder if its worth being so alone in my goals and ambitions—

But then I realise I'm not actually alone.

There are so many people out there who I'm fighting this battle for...

All the girls—and guys—like me, who have been forced down, hurt, and oppressed by ugly people throughout our lives...

Including those who never even realise it.

Every scream of Mindy's...every second of pain I inflict on her...even piece of happiness I steal from an ugly person's life as Panther...

It's a relief for all of us.

...