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I went to the backyard. There were already six trees planted here.
The first tree’s owner was a boy who frequently spat at and threw stones at my sister when we were young. He had been living here for 10 years.
The second tree’s owner was an old pervert who lifted my sister’s skirt and took photos.
I vaguely remember he was fat and greasy when he first came.
Unfortunately, now he’s just skin and bones.
The third tree is for parents who don’t properly educate their brat kids.
The other three trees are from even longer ago. I can’t remember clearly.
I think maybe they offended my mom.
“You’ll die a horrible death! You’ll be struck by lightning!”
The one cursing the loudest was that boy who threw stones at my sister.
Because his thighs were fixed to the tree trunk, he could only stay in place, staring at me intently. The hatred in his eyes was enough to flay me alive.
I approached him slowly with a small knife, aiming for his thigh…
He was in too much pain to scream. Tears streamed down his face.
“You’ll all die without a proper burial! You demons!”
I laughed so hard I nearly cried.
These people locked up here never realize their own mistakes.
On the contrary, they actually call me a demon.
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More and more blood flowed from his thigh, slowly seeping into the roots of the tree.
These trees are the secret to our family’s beauty.
After we have a target, we bring them to the basement and use them as fertilizer for the
trees.
We make a hole in their thigh and plant a sapling there.
Over time, the person and the tree become one.
And the trees, nourished by human blood, bear fruit that is more delicious and vibrant.
These fruits are the secret to our family’s beauty regimen.
Now, I’ve dug two more big holes next to these six trees.
These two holes are for Zoe and Mia.
After thinking for a moment, I dug another hole. Perhaps this third hole could be used my homeroom teacher.
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