Inside her mind there was a debate between dying with dignity or living with absolute disgrace that will haunt her forever.
But life has the potential to change for the better and give people a chance to hide any dirty secrets.
Struggling to get on the ground, her right hand was palpitating from all the blood entering it and exiting out the bleeding from her removed nail.
Pain overran her mind causing her to accidentally slip into the mud and come up with a face with mud and grass.
Dean coldly watched and noticed her finger tips.
"I can't believe mercy is taken for granted. Either way I was going to kill you since I was bad with jokes but whatever."
Stamping on her left hand and completely crushing it into paste, Anne screamed in pain but smiled for completing her transmutation magic.
She was trying to subtly apply it onto herself and on Dean's shoes.
Her strength would be equivalent to metal while Dean's body was slightly weakened.
Using her legs to jump off the ground and fly towards Dean, she tried using a stance for better aerodynamics.
Accelerating closer to Dean she landed a blow to his abdomen.
Her hand was caught within a black hole where Dean's abdomen should have been but all her sense contained in that fist was gone.
Pushing Dean away with her legs, Anne barely got her hand out of the hole but despair and regret soon followed.
"This magic system... is very boring."
Dean felt the hands were annoying because Anne kept on using them to try and escape so he grabbed onto both arms.
Making sure he had a strong grip he pulled them off.
Anne screamed once more but Dean causally threw the arm to Pierre's corpse.
"Cultivator's in this world are less tough than I thought. I might need to change a few things."
Dean tried to grab Anne but she was like a slippery fish who escaped from his grasp due to the rain but he finally got her.
He used the most artificial method of hanging her upside down by using his left hand and waited for a few minutes.
"Unfortunately I don't have any tools so this will make do."
A cruel smile formed on Dean's face as he took delight in ripping off the two legs Anne once had
All the blood in Anne's body was rushing into her head forcing an unbearable headache as well as keeping her aware of all the pain ongoing in her body.
She was a cripple
Finally realizing that even if she outsmarted him, she would still be powerless. At first it was just her inconsistent thoughts and fear taking over but her rationality told her to stop.
"Please....just kill me."
Dean was surprised at her last words but shrugged
"No can do, currently my soul is being tormented so I can't let it end so superficially."
Anne was confused at the vague manner he spoke so she questioned
"What do you mean?"
"Hmmm, too many questions it seems."
Looking at the small red lips he immediately tore them off the body but sighed that he couldn't make the experience more amazing if he had small sharp tools.
He was tempted to tear off the tongue but he didn't want his hand to get dirty with saliva instead of blood.
Anne kept screaming 'NO' to protest the pain but to Dean it was made out to be incoherent as it wasn't as defined without her closing her lips that he tore off.
Opening her left eye, Dean peered and analyzed the depths of Anne's consciousness.
Forcing herself to accept the reality and watch the devil before her completely see through made the pain multiply with humiliation.
"These eyes are too murky with desire. They aren't even clear! Clouded with such poor ideals, was this part of the learning experience?"
Anne wanted to instinctually grasp and comprehend what all these unknown words and vague sentences were but she closed her eyes in fear.
Unfortunately that was the last time she would be to open her eyes.
Dean had already punctured, Anne's chest and obtained her heart, observing every beat and blood flow that was currently happening.
"Inconsistent heart beats due to a confliction of views. Tainted by stupid thoughts it's slowly eroded into black, not like i'm one to talk though however this is not worth staining my palate."
Throwing it away into Pierre's body, Dean made sure to place all the corpses into one area.
Seeing Ayesha, his body couldn't help shedding tears.
"So this is one of the outcomes, these unbearable emotions are more interesting then I thought."
Disposing that corpse into his Space Ring, Pierre's and Anne's corpse were left to be devoured by animals.
Taking a set by a nearby tree, Dean began to meditate and recollect his thoughts.
Before him was a loud rustle and a purple tent appeared before him.
It was unaffected by the heavy rain or the thunderous wind as it stood proudly in the forest clearing with its plain style.
Coming out of the tent was a man in a purple suit and a purple fedora with blue hair.
"The embodiment of the 7 sins? I swear, if you sent me to the wrong place again then I want a pay raise."
Dean was struck shock at how his identity had already been revealed but was confused at the ending
"How'd you know?"
"Woo! I finally found you. Wait... give me a moment. I need to find out what exactly I need to tell you."
Standing in awkward silence, all Dean could hear from the man was loud muttering
"Why can't we tell him this?.... Are you sure that's a good bargaining point?... No, I'm just saying that's a weak argument."
The struggle the man was currently having made Dean question who he was, how did he get here and what was his purpose.
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