Cap 627: Damn you, Ellen!!!

POV of a psychopath: 

"That damn DAY!!!!" (I) 

Boommm!!! 

As I told my story the cigar ran out, I jockeyed it on the floor and stepped on it while imagining I was stepping on Ellen's head. 

I put in so much force that I blew a hole in the floor that made the smell of blood from the room below rise to the room where I was. 

Also, I had punched a statue next to the window, the statue turned to dust and scattered all over the room. 

"I loved her, I gave her everything, there was a lot of jewelry on her body all the time." (I) 

"How could she betray me? How was she not affected by the blood curses I put on those jewelry!?" (I) 

I look at the woman still sitting on the bed, this time the moonlight had already reached the bed illuminating this beautiful woman covered in her own family's blood and empty eyes. 

"When I woke up I was in a hole chained up with a gag in my mouth." (I)