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Chapter 1004: A closeted masochist

Chapter 1004: A closeted masochist

"Can you... forgive me, Hera?"

Deborah gasped in horror, darting her eyes between Hera and Dragon. What was going on? She glanced at the men inside the same space, and they seemed they also have the same question as her.

What sort of turn of events was this?

Wasn’t Dragon ready to kill her? Even if he was bluffing, wasn’t this act a little too out of character?

Ever since Deborah started working for Dragon, she had never seen him vulnerable. Even when Hera was in a coma, he continued to navigate the treacherous waters of ambition and greed. He was unstoppable. It was the same for those who joined Dragon’s organization. Although the former members of the Reapers couldn’t say otherwise, the Reapers respected Dragon, and he had a good reputation among all the underbosses.

Not to mention, none of them saw vulnerability in him, even when Hera begged for another man’s life not long ago. But now, not only did Dragon look weak, but he also appeared... pitiful.

"Forgive you?" Hera repeated quietly, still keeping her head low. "Did you hear what you just said?"

"Can you not understand?" Dragon argued. "I did everything for you."

Dragon crawled on his knees until his hand reached her lap. "Every day, Hera, you wish it was your last. No matter how fiercely you fight for everyone, that wish always stays in your heart. Do you know how painful it was to watch you die even when you’re alive and healthy?"

"I felt helpless," he added along with his deep breath. "I don’t want you to hurt anymore. That is why even if I become the cruelest villain in everyone’s story, as long as you get to live — to truly live and not just exist and wait to die — I have to do what I have to do."

He clasped her hand desperately as tears streamed down his cheeks. "I just want you to smile... and maybe need me."

Deborah’s lips parted, rendered speechless at everything that flew out of Dragon’s mouth. She knew Hera was important to him. However, she never truly believed there was no hidden agenda. After all, Dragon recruited most members of the reapers to do his dirty work.

"I took everyone back because I know you’d worry about them," Dragon continued, making everyone look in his direction. "I just wanted to protect them because people who know about you will never leave you alone. It’s not my intention for them to die, but you know it’s inevitable."

"Hera." He squeezed her hand. "Please... don’t leave me."

Hera let out a scoff, running her tongue across her inner cheeks. She sort of grasped Dragon’s intentions behind his cruel actions. To be honest, it wasn’t like she could forgive him, nor did she feel sorry for him. But she understood that Dragon truly and genuinely believed his actions were right, without a shadow of a doubt.

And it was suffocating.

At the end of the day, Hera was partially at fault for why Dragon was the way he was. She knew the poison in his mind and yet she didn’t kill him to stop this poison from spreading.

"I love you," he whispered, moving her hand to his cheek. "And it drives me crazy."

"Love..." Hera laughed airily, rocking her head and cupping his cheek. She stroked his cheeks with her thumb, sporting a forced smile. "That word... makes me sick to my stomach."

It almost made her want to laugh.

All the problems, the pain, the struggle... how in the world was it called an act of love?

However, what was even more ridiculous was that it was true. It was a repulsive truth that made her and everyone around her unhappy. Because they loved her, she couldn’t die. If she did, they would rather go with her as well.

Love... was nothing but a shackle that always dragged her back to this hell.

Hera snatched her hand from his grip and slapped him across the face. His face was tossed to the side, almost like that slap forced his soul out of his body. When Dragon looked back at her, another strike hit his cheek.

And then another one, followed by another one, and then everyone started losing count.

"Stop..." one of Dragon’s men’s voice shook, about to raise his weapon when Dragon lifted his hand. "I said stop or I’ll shoot you -- !"

"Don’t," was all Dragon said through his bleeding teeth. "Don’t —"

SLAP!

Hera kept slapping his face, almost like she was smacking it. She continued even when her palm felt numb and until one of Dragon’s teeth fell out of his bleeding mouth. When she raised her hand once more, Deborah couldn’t help but step in and grab her arm.

"Hera," Deborah called, shaking her head mildly. "That’s enough."

"Enough?" Hera slowly lifted her eyes to Deborah, only for the latter’s breath to hitch as soon as she saw the lack of life in Hera’s eyes. "Deborah, do you feel sorry for him?"

"No. But... you’re hurting yourself."

Hera shifted her listless eyes to her bleeding palm. "So, it wasn’t just his blood, huh?" she smirked, snatching her arm from Deborah’s grip. "Don’t butt in. I’ll kill him."

Hera planted her hands on her legs, pushing herself up. Without wasting a second, she lifted her foot and kicked Dragon’s chest. She then grabbed the pole of her IV, hitting him with it until it broke in two. At the same time, she heard some weapons noises as Dragon’s men felt more violated watching their boss receive blow after blow without fighting back. However, she didn’t care.

Hera marched to where Dragon was, sitting on top of him.

"You love me?" she said, wrapping her hands around his neck. "I guess you wouldn’t mind if I killed you, right?"

Her grip on his neck tightened, squeezing it with all her might, watching his face turn red. Dragon held her wrist but didn’t struggle. As she did, he kept his eyes on her, releasing his hold on her wrist to touch her face.

"You... dirty masochist," Hera scoffed, observing how his face blushed while being choked and how his eyes shone with lust and affection. She squeezed his neck more, but then abruptly released it before it snapped.

He liked it, and she hated that he loved the pain.

Dragon touched his neck and chuckled weakly. "I guess I’m forgiven —" Again, another strike hit his cheek.

"Just you wait, Frank. Let’s see how much pain can you take before you start to dread it." She grabbed his hair, standing up as she focused on the men standing. "Take me to Joker. He better be alive or all hell breaks loose."

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