Class Villainess

Chapter 198 - Few Strands Of Hair (2)

Chapter 198 – Few Strands Of Hair (2)

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Emmy: What do you want?

xx: Hmmm, for 5 grand, I'd like a few strands of your hair, easy request, right?

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I held my breath out of nervousness when I heard his request. The more I made a deal with this red rose devil, the more I realized that I was digging my grave deeper and deeper.

Because his request kept getting scarier each time I asked him something. At first, it was as simple as a worn plaid shirt of mine, then the handkerchief with a red kiss, and now few strands of hair. 

I had the feeling that his request would be even more demanding and scary the more I asked after this, so I had to be careful of what I wished for.

But for now…

I slid my drawer open and then took a scissor inside. I cut a few strands of my hair without hesitation. If that sick bastard wanted my hair in exchange for my mission, then I would give it to him.

It was just hair anyway. It wasn't as bad as when Barbara called me a slut and grabbed my hair. She yanked my hair until my scalp was in pain. They said she did it because I attracted one of her boy toys when I was a freshman. 

It was so ridiculous that I didn't even want to think about it again. 

"These strands of hair will be my payment for the downfall of that Barbara 'Bitch' Cornwell," I said. But my hands slowly trembled as I realized that I was giving something from my body to someone I didn't know. 

Although the red rose man never hurt me and was, in fact, helping me in many of my missions, I still felt scared of him. 

No matter how kind he was, he was still a stalker in the end. 

I took a deep breath and slapped my cheeks, "Come on, Em. This is just part of the payment. Do you want to see Barbara having the time of her life in this second chance of yours while she was the reason behind your slut-shaming in the previous life?"

I hardened my own heart and then put it inside a paper bag. This was what I signed up for. I had to be ready. 

I texted that red rose man.

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Emmy: I have the hair strands ready.

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In about five seconds, he replied back;

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xx: Oh, perfect! I've also prepared the money for you. I will be waiting in your backyard after midnight. Just hang it on your door handle outside. 

xx: Unless… you want to spend the night with me? Just harmless fun, we can talk in your backyard, and I will tell you many things that I do to your bullies in the previous life. 

xx: I wouldn't mind touching your warm body again, Em. The only thing I can touch in the previous life is your cold corpse…

Emmy: No.

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I replied curtly. But God knew how scared I was right now. This red rose man was beyond creepy, to the point that he scared the shit out of me. 

I waited until midnight, and my Mom and Grandma were already sleeping. I opened my door carefully and looked around to make sure.

After I made sure, I grabbed the paper bag, tiptoed to the downstairs, and then went to the kitchen. I took a deep breath and then opened the kitchen door. 

My eyes scanned around the backyard, trying to find the spot where that creepy red rose man was hiding.

I didn't see him anywhere, but when I was about to close the door. I heard a rustle, and there he was…

The red rose man was wearing a black hoodie, he was standing under a tree, and his clear emerald eyes were shining bright in the darkness, like a predator ready to pounce.

I couldn't really identify his face and the expression he made because he was under the shade of the tree. It was too dark to see. 

But when he suddenly advanced one step forward, I held my breath and closed my door slowly. I locked the door and slumped on the floor again, then I breathed out. 

I could hear his footsteps on this silent night. Then he knocked on my door, just like what he did on our last meeting in this similar style. 

"Em, my beloved, you can hear me, right?" 

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I dared not to answer because if I responded to his question, it would drag me deeper into this unknown madness that he brought. 

"I know you can hear me. I gave you money for the mission. I know you need a lot of it," the red rose man said. His voice was a lot heavier than I thought. On the phone, his voice wasn't as intimidating as this.

At first, I was suspicious of Mason and Logan, but their voices weren't as deep as this. He sounded like someone who had seen and done a lot of shady stuff.

"Em, do you know what I did to Barbara 'Barbitch' Cornwell when I realized that she was the first one that called you a slut?" The red rose man asked.

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"Since she slut-shamed you, I showed everyone who is the real slut. I kidnapped her and then sold her to a brothel. She was never-found by anyone for a year and died because of an illness, well—An STD after she got whored by countless men. Hihi~ You should see the despair in her face as she realized that I am the one behind everything all along."

"I know you're not as brutal as me, but I know we have the same maliciousness, my dear. I know that you have been planning something similar, at least, even if it's not as ruthless as I did. You will make sure that Barbara and Natasha wished that they got killed instead, right?" 

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I had to make sure that the red rose man's words wouldn't affect me.

But what he said was correct.

I might not be as brutal as him, but what he said was correct.

We had the same malicious intent, and even if I wouldn't be as brutal as him, the aftermath would probably be even more painful than that.

"Well, I will leave now.. Good night, my love."