Chapter 5

Lila POV

The male third lead, Nathan, had a baby face but a twisted heart.

He had a baby face and cute little fangs when he smiled. He was in the same club as Alysa.

His favorite thing was using that innocent tone to say the most twisted things.

Like putting thumbtacks in Alysa's dance shoes.

That day Alysa came home limping.

Her soles were full of bloody holes, socks stuck to the flesh.

While treating her wounds, my hands were shaking. Not from fear, but from rage.

"Who did this?"

Alysa winced in pain but didn't dare say.

"Maybe I was just careless..."

"Careless enough to step on over a dozen thumbtacks? Were you practicing iron palm?"

I checked the surveillance footage. Sure enough, it was Nathan.

He'd been sneaking around the dance studio locker room door. After Alysa changed shoes and came out, he hid in a corner smirking, watching Alysa's face pale with pain as she forced herself to keep dancing. His expression was like he was appreciating some artwork.

This little pervert enjoyed watching people endure pain.

Fine.

Liked playing these games?

The next day I had someone tow away Nathan's prized limited edition sports car.That was his eighteenth birthday gift, one of only three in the world. The kid treasured it like nothing else. He wouldn't even let anyone touch it.

I had his car towed to an abandoned quarry on the outskirts, parked it right on the cliff's edge with half a wheel hanging over.

Then I filmed a video and posted it directly to his Instagram.

I'd gotten his account from Alysa's phone.

In the video, I held a wrench, gesturing at his brake pads.

Caption: "I heard you like thrills? This car has a nice view by the cliff. The brake line seems a bit loose though. Want to come up and try it out?"

Less than ten minutes later, Nathan's call came through.

"Lila! Are you insane! That's my favorite car! Do you know how much it costs!"

He screamed into the phone, his voice trembling.

"How much?"

I casually tapped the hood.

"Is it worth more than my daughter's feet?"

"You... if you dare touch my car, I'll kill you!"

"Oh my, so scary."

I smiled at the camera, then pointed the phone at the brake caliper and made a cutting motion with a "snip."

"Don't! Don't cut it! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Nathan completely broke down on the other end, begging through tears.

I laughed coldly.

"So you do know pain? I thought twisted people like you had no pain receptors."

That afternoon, Nathan came running to the quarry in tears.

When he saw the car was actually intact, just positioned for the shot, he collapsed on the ground, a large wet stain spreading across his pants.

He'd literally pissed himself from fear.

I leaned against the car door, looking down at this demon who usually acted like a little angel.

"Scared yourself into pissing? Where's your persona?"

Nathan's face turned bright red, wanting to crawl into a hole and die.

"A child's prank?"

I crouched down, tapping the unused wrench against his face.

"Then you'll have to endure this adult's prank too."

"Remember this. Next time you dare put anything in Alysa's shoes, I won't just touch your car. I'll cut your tendons."

"Don't shake. The game's just beginning."

I stood up, looking disgustedly at the puddle on the ground.

"Go change your pants. The smell is awful."

From then on, Nathan took detours whenever he saw Alysa. The twisted excitement in his eyes was gone, replaced only by deep fear.

Watching this scene, though Alysa thought it was a bit excessive, she couldn't help but giggle when she saw Nathan's pathetic state.

"Lila," she said quietly.

"Turns out when you strip the demon naked, he's just a little pants-wetter."

I patted her head.

"Yes. As long as you're crazier and more ruthless than them, they're nothing."