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James stood on the floor, looking down at the old man curled up in a pool of blood. The old man's body lay helplessly in the crimson puddle, blood flowing from his head and slowly seeping into the cracks of the wooden floor. His face was smeared with blood, his dentures scattered, and his lifeless eyes stared vacantly into some distant void. That pitiful, helpless sight reflected James's own past like a mirror.
In that moment, James's gaze became hollow as he seemed to see his former self—submissive before William, oppressed and toyed with. He recalled the sense of powerlessness he felt back in the department, the humiliation of being cornered deeply piercing his heart. He envisioned himself at the low point of his academic career, ruthlessly trampled by William during discussions and decision-making meetings, with no chance to fight back.
"I... am just like this..." a voice whispered within James, mocking and resentful, digging deep into his inner darkness. The voice grew stronger, echoing in his mind: "You are just like that old fool lying in a pool of blood... powerless, pathetic... unable to resist under that bastard William's control..."
James's chest began to heave violently as hatred and anger ignited within him. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles turning white from the strain, and the muscles in his face twitched with the frenzy of his emotions. The voice incessantly reminded him of how humble and powerless he once was; that miserable image was deeply etched in his heart.
"No..." James's eyes blazed with a mad fire as a deep growl erupted from his throat, the voice inside him crystal clear: "I will not be like this anymore... I must harden myself! I must completely bid farewell to my past! I must rid myself of that pathetic version of me!"
He suddenly crouched down, grabbing the old man's hair once more and forcefully pulling his head up from the blood-soaked ground. The old man's body could no longer resist, like a broken puppet at James's mercy. James's fingers dug tightly into the old man's hair, veins bulging with strength so great it seemed he could tear the old man's head apart.
"You... are just like I used to be!" James's voice trembled with rage and madness, filled with resentment and determination. He slammed the old man's head against the ground with a heavy thud.
"Thud!" The old man's head struck the floor hard, blood splattering instantly. James's gaze grew even more frenzied as he relentlessly slammed the old man's head against the ground again and again.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!" Each impact carried James's pent-up anger and resentment; years of suppressed pain and humiliation found an outlet at that moment. The old man's head became like a lifeless dummy, deforming and caving in with each blow as blood gushed forth like a flood, soaking the floor.
James's breathing became rapid; each swing felt like he was destroying his past self, burying that powerless version of James for good. The old man's skull gradually twisted and shattered, resembling a crash-test dummy after multiple collisions—his head crushed beyond recognition.
Blood slipped between James's fingers, splattering across his sleeves and cheeks, but he did not stop. Each strike was a declaration of war against his former self, tearing apart the humiliations of his past. His eyes sparkled with madness; a twisted smile crept across his lips while that dark red book beside him seemed to exude an even more sinister aura, witnessing this bloody frenzy.
Blood, brain matter, and unknown fluids sprayed across James's face like a storm; red-black liquid mixed with shattered bone fragments and broken tissue scattered everywhere, filling the room with the scent of death. His face was covered in blood; he felt the thick liquid sliding down his cheek—warm and heavy—like a layer of skin enveloping his visage.
James's gaze grew increasingly frenzied, his breath heavy and rapid, like a beast panting after a hunt. He gently licked the blood from his face, the metallic taste flooding his mouth and rushing to his head, stimulating every nerve in his body. He trembled slightly, as if jolted by the primal thrill of violence. In that moment, his senses seemed fully awakened, an uncontrollable excitement quickly overtaking him.
"Hahahahahaha!" James suddenly burst into wild laughter, his voice twisted and manic, as if he had completely descended into madness. His entire body convulsed with exhilaration, every muscle burning with youthful strength and passion. His laughter was filled with a sense of release, like someone finally breaking free from shackles, reclaiming freedom in this bloody world. It was as if his hollow soul found fulfillment at that moment, utterly liberated.
"Hahaha... I... I'm young again!" James shouted madly, his voice brimming with frenzied excitement. His laughter echoed throughout the room, reverberating in the confined space alongside the scent of death and the stench of blood, pushing this tragedy to its peak.
However, amidst his maniacal laughter, a sound of crying emerged from another corner of the room, starkly contrasting with the madness around him. The elderly woman curled up in the corner, her eyes swollen and tears streaming down her face. Her body trembled uncontrollably, pain and fear having completely overwhelmed her. She watched her beloved husband being treated so cruelly, despair and helplessness threatening to shatter her.
Her sobs were intermittent, sometimes choked and sometimes silent, as if this violent scene had hollowed out her very soul. Yet her cries were piercingly discordant, breaking the atmosphere of James's enjoyment of madness.
James's laughter abruptly ceased, a flicker of impatience and disgust flashing in his eyes. The twisted smile still lingered on his lips as he slowly turned his head toward the elderly woman huddled in the corner, his gaze dark as a blade. His expression became even more contorted; the boundless ecstasy he had just felt seemed interrupted by her faint sobs, igniting an uncontrollable irritation and anger within him.
His laughter gradually faded away, replaced by an indescribable malice rising within him. He fixed his gaze on the elderly woman in the corner; her helpless form trembled continuously as if on the brink of collapse. Her cries were low and choked; to James's ears, they sounded like sharp noise that pierced through him. This sound irritated him to no end; it felt like a trapped old animal futilely struggling against its cage.
Yet strangely enough, James suddenly felt an unusual reaction from his body—his long-dormant desire stirred unexpectedly in this situation. This sensation was foreign to him and entirely unexpected. James had long passed the age where physical needs elicited such responses; this physiological phenomenon had become a distant memory for him, even forgotten in his life.
But now, faced with this weeping, helpless old woman before him, James's body responded instinctively without hesitation. He felt the blood rushing through him faster; his heartbeat began to synchronize with that strange excitement. He looked down at himself in surprise; a flicker of unexpected astonishment crossed his eyes before transforming into a twisted sense of satisfaction.
"Haha..." A wicked smile crept across James's lips as madness intensified in his gaze. "Isn't this fate's best punishment?" he thought to himself as he locked his eyes once more on the aging woman.
An elderly woman, like a discarded broken toy, helplessly crouched in the corner as if awaiting fate's final judgment. This scene held an absurd allure for him. Wasn't this the perfect compensation for himself? Her pitiful appearance and those untimely cries made him feel as though it was all part of fate's dark humor.
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