RUBY

I pressed the scissors to this man's lips, cutting them hard. The sharp edges scraped the corners of his lips, making a painful slicing sound. I wanted this wretched man's soul to feel ripped apart. He began to tremble.

"S-stop," he whined.

"I'll stop this, but don't ever come to my house again and cause trouble. Do you understand?"

The man nodded, and I sensed he wasn't serious. So I cut deeper, until he finally screamed even louder, "I really won't appear in front of you again," he ...