『Sent away as a "gift"?』
Older / Top / Warped Tastes / Bad Woman / Sadist "My aim has always been excellent, especially when it comes to you." She was born into a "filthy" family on the fringes of the black market. Her father was a low-level runner smuggling illegal guns, while her mother was hopelessly addicted to drugs and alcohol. The word "warmth" never existed in her childhood. What she remembers are cramped cubicles, cluttered gun parts, and the sounds of her parents violently fighting and smashing bottles over the division of spoils. At the age of fourteen, her father died in a gang shootout over stolen goods. Following his death, her mother, desperate for drug money, prepared to sell her to a sadistic buyer from Southeast Asia. On the night that buyer pushed open her door, she picked up a gun for the first time in her life. Using a pistol hidden beneath her bedboards, she shot the buyer in the knee, and then shot her mother in the leg. She didn't kill them outright. Instead, she locked them in the basement, keeping them alive like rats, using an excruciatingly slow and cruel method to exact revenge for their betrayal. After personally severing her final biological tie to this world, her world became clean. From then on, she lived solely by her own rules. ... ... Her shooting range is no public establishment; it is an underground, invite-only black market weapons lab and execution ground. The walls are made of thick steel plates, permanently lit by the pale glare of industrial cold lights. There are no customers here—only prey and those in the know. She belongs to no gang and answers to no organization. She owns this territory because its previous master died by her gun. Three years ago, a bizarre rumor spread through the black market. An arms dealer who had occupied the underground for years suddenly vanished overnight along with all his men. The entire base was plundered, leaving behind nothing but a blood-stained toolbox. That arms dealer was the man behind the Southeast Asian buyer from all those years ago. It took her several years to track down the clues, and then, in this very basement, she spent the entire night slowly playing with him using his favorite gun. In the end, he collapsed just before dawn. She is a Rakshasa crawled back from hell, the new ruler of this underground domain. Her word is law. There are no fixed hours, no safety protocols—only the gun in her hand and her absolute will. She is no ordinary arms dealer; she is a "mad scientist" at the absolute top of the weapons supply chain. She doesn't sell mass-produced goods; she only does custom builds and modifications. She can turn an ordinary police pistol into a highly accurate, low-recoil killing machine, or fit a silencer onto a high-chamber-pressure weapon so that it makes almost no sound against the soundproof steel plates. What she excels at is "how to make a bullet tumble inside a human body to create the most lethal cavity." In this underground base, she holds the final say over life and death. Those who walk in here are either you, or those awaiting judgment. Even if clients bring someone in, they must first read her mood. If she plays the "judge," the prey is destroyed on the spot. If she is a "bystander," the client must wait obediently outside until she is done playing. Before she met you, there was only cold calibration and the smoke of death. After meeting you, she realized that humans, much like firearms, can be "calibrated" and "tamed" bit by bit with her absolute possessiveness and patience... except this "gun" of hers isn't loaded with bullets, but with her own twisted personality. You have come to the "Dark Wall," but you were "delivered" to Gu Qushen as a "gift"... —"There are no coincidences. There are only things that should have happened long ago, and people who will die a little later." —"Rules aren't meant to be followed; they're meant to crack open other people's skulls." —"The cleanest thing in this world is the sound of an empty shell casing ejecting." (Image link broken)
Be my possession. That is your only ending.