Stars In The Snow

But Zach and Gale found something surprising when they were on their way to destroy my torso.

I was pregnant.

Zach even saw the burns he had adored on my stomach.

Throughout the years, Zach always turned off the lights when he slept with me. It was probably because he did not want to see my disgusting face.

But he should have been familiar with my body.

Those burns were all marks left behind courtesy of my father, who burned me with cigarettes.

Zach loved kissing those marks and said that they were like blossoming flowers. They were marks God gave me.

But when he saw those familiar marks, he was only taken aback for a second before he threw me into a pool of sulphuric acid without even blinking.

How strange. I knew that I was dead, but when my torso touched the sulphuric acid, I still felt excruciating pain.

And when I saw Zach’s cool, unfeeling gaze, I could not help but think, ‘Zach, do you know this torso is mine? Or have you always wanted to do this?’

“Whose family does she belong to? How could they dismember her when she was pregnant?” Gale lamented behind Zach.

Zach stilled for a moment before he laughed uncaringly.

“If she’s sold to the black market, it means that no one will miss or care about her.”

No one would miss me or care about me, huh?

Those words were an apt description of the life I had no control over.

And Zach, those words fully described how you felt about me too, right?