Waking Up From The Nightmare

Medeia threw his body onto the snow, then stomped on his crotch as hard as she could. "You always bragged that no woman could resist your temptation and back then, I always pretended to praise you. But do you know what I really wanted to say to you?"

"You're a fucking manslut who deserves to be castrated." Medeia kicked his crotch repeatedly. "If you don't want kids that badly, you should've kept your pathetic dick in your pants, you son of a bitch—wait, you don't even have a mother to begin with!"

"You're just a pure bastard! Instead of falling from heaven, why didn't you just stay there and be their pain in the ass?"

Medeia climbed on top of him, raising her sword high before plunging it straight into his chest—right through his heart, to be exact.

She stabbed him over and over again, turning the white snow around them into a sea of crimson red.

[Host, you need to stop!]