Seven years later
Khovrino Hospital, Moscow

Somewhere in the darkest provinces of Russia existed an orgy central. This den of iniquity was once a clinic. It was bizarre how so many medical institutions in Moscow designed to tend to the ill had now been transformed into avenues for calamities and atrocities.

By now, though, it was no longer much of a shock to Ebun anymore. First, it had been the psycho barracks which was formerly a rehabilitation center. Then, Khovrino Hospital — the uncompleted hospital building from the 1980s that Mrs. Yekaterina had acquired for her.

For six strenuous years, Ebun had to stop her unsafe assassination activities to study to become a dentist. She had to study to acquire a license to practice dentistry. Once she obtained her license, it was easier to establish her medical career at Khovrino Hospital. Mrs. Yekaterina acquired the hospital for her but it didn't mean that she could use it freely. She had to earn the rights.

But don't get it twisted.

Ebun hadn't transformed at all. That she stopped her criminal activities to focus on academic work didn't mean that she was no longer interested in killing rapists, or she no longer wanted vengeance for the tragedy that occurred thirteen years ago.

She just needed a better and safer place to do what she did best, and unfortunately, she had to work for it. School life wasn't for Ebun. She'd tried to go down that path several times in the past, but it always yielded woeful results for her. This time around, though, she had her long-term goal in mind, so she put in the effort required.

Sean was also around to assist her in some underground training. Ebun mastered how to use every weapon that one could think of with the help of Sean's meticulous teachings. Those training sessions were one of the things that kept Ebun going. She knew she had no other choice than to go through the rigorous process.

No way on earth would she go back to Hostel Pavlov and start her life afresh — killing rapists and having your acts backfire on you. Doing things in more proper ways would guarantee her safety. Moreover, she was going to be the badass she'd finally dreamed of being if only she could be patient.

And she was.

Now, she was the Chief Dentist at Khovrino Hospital. While the insides of the abandoned building might have looked like a functioning hospital with regular patients, Ebun used the sick beds to tie every rapist she caught and killed them in the smoothest ways possible.

All she needed was her favorite pair of gloves and her particular syringe dose. Most patients usually felt a sense of hope for recovery whenever they saw the doctor step into their wards with a pack of medication on a steel tray. But in Khovrino Hospital, if Ebun approaches you with a needle hinged between her gloved fingers, know that your end is closer to you than your skin.

So don't walk into Khovrino Hospital, thinking Doctor Ebun, the dentist, will help you fix your gums or tend to your teeth problems. The only thing she did with people's teeth (especially rapists) was to pull them out ruthlessly.

Now, Ebun had a major assignment to carry out in this filthy castle. Unfortunately, she couldn't carry it out in her hospital, which would have been easier. Her place for the operation was the ancient clinic located in the castle's premises which had now been transformed into an orgy center.

When Ebun heard noises of fervent fornicating, she thought she could bear the sounds. After all, she'd seen, heard, and experienced similar things — or even worse. She'd also done unmentionable things. Don't get her started on that afternoon at the bawdy house seven years ago.

However, when Ebun strode off in the direction of the faint choking noises she could hear, down the main corridor and towards a big hall, she knew she'd been so silly to have jumped to a conclusion.

Right through the window of the bungalow, Ebun saw men and women in bare flesh, despair in the air. Across several sickbeds in the large hall, the men, about fifty of them, were raping the helpless women beneath them, grunting like animals as they thrust deep into these females that whimpered sorrowfully with no hope of escape.

Ebun felt tears gather in her eyes. What the hell was this place? A sex town? How in the world was it okay to abduct females of all ages and dehumanize them in this way?

As she gazed into the brightly lit hall with the help of the candelabra that burned brightly by the doorpost of the building, Ebun realized that the night was no longer young, so she could not waste any more time. Quickly, she sniffed back her tears and braced herself.

I'm here now, and I'm going to save these women.

As she headed towards the hall, Ebun removed her sword sharply from its sheath and held onto the handle firmly. When she got to the doorpost, she'd already planned how to make gallant moves into the hall when two men whom she hadn't seen before suddenly appeared in front of her.

Slightly taken aback, Ebun took a minute to scan the men and their appearance. They were both wearing feather hats, and khaki uniforms and their faces were stiff.

Guards. Interesting.

It only made sense that guards would be in a place like this. The women were sex slaves – who could escape if the opportunity came to them. These guards were there to serve as blockades to such a chance.

The guards, too, seemed a bit surprised to see this strange woman appear in their castle in the middle of the night. Hence, they hadn't been on guard. It was too bad that they thought Ebun was some woman they could easily shoo away.

"Step ahside, you ugly voman!" one of the guards with a fat chin and a small goatee glared as he spat the words at Ebun.

"Hello, rhinoceros!" Ebun fired back at the meaty man with an evil smile.

"Aye look, vho ahre you and vhy are you here? Vhat do you tink you are ahbout to do? Do you even know how to use zat sword you are holding?" the other guard, who was smaller in size, mocked Ebun.

Then he turned around to reach for his sword that he'd placed against the wall. But he was too late. He was supposed to have his weapon at hand at all times.

No more time for useless chatter and clap backs. Time for action.

Before the smaller guard could turn around and unsheath his saber to attack Ebun, Ebun grabbed the man by the back of his neck, causing him to rise above the ground with the force of her fingers. Then she plunged the blade of her sword into his back, spattering dots of his blood all over her face in the process.

Then she released her grip on the back of his neck after she pulled out the sword in a sharp move. Ebun threw the corpse, making it collide harshly to the ground.

"And you," Ebun said as she turned towards the fat guard who was now shivering, surprised that a woman could use a sword so skilfully. The guard started to take a few steps backward till his back hit the door. Ebun paraded slowly towards him like a predator till she came close enough and then wrapped her fingers around the shoulder of this man who'd called her ugly.

"That word," Ebun inserted the blood-splattered sword into his rib, "...is exceedingly impolite."

Then she pulled out the sword. The fat guard let out a guttural grunt before he fell backward. His corpse collided fiercely with the door which was the entryway to the hall. The weight of his body caused the door's hinges to loosen, making the furniture break down.

At the sudden sound of the crumbling furniture, the noises of lofty fornication that had been going on inside subsided completely and were now replaced by ear-splitting, terrified screams from the women in the hall.

The men, too, were shaken by her sudden, loud presence, and they were scared to the bones at the gory sight of this woman with a thick scar across her lip who held a sword that dripped insidiously of blood. Even the splashes of blood that smeared her face terrified them. She was here to kill them, and they were unprepared.

The next best thing to do was to run.

Even in their naked forms, they began to dash across, making moves to escape without picking up their clothes from the ground. Unfortunately, though, the door Ebun had walked through was the only way out.

So as one of the rapists tried to run past her, Ebun stood in his way and casually slanted her sword in a horizontal form across the man's torso and stabbed him. The man sailed through the broken door and slammed onto the ground, unconscious. His nose, which Ebun had just destroyed with the sword, sat at a jaunty angle.

Ebun gazed down at the unconscious man for a moment and made sure to step on his face as she walked past him.

Ebun did a quick headcount of the remaining naked men, trying hard not to look below their shoulders. They had been fifty men, but she'd just struck one with her sword.

Now, there were forty-nine men.

Ebun took a deep breath, preparing herself for a massive kill.

The other men, although almost with no chance of escaping Ebun, still tried to protect their lives. But Ebun made sure to do justice to every one of them with the wrath of her sword. Their dismembered bodies fell on either side of her once they got smitten by the blade. And Ebun slanted her sword with so much effortlessness and grace. It had taken her years of practice to make something so difficult look so easy.

The paradox of effort.

While she stabbed through each of the oppressors endlessly, there was a wide grin plastered on her face with each man that crumbled to the ground. Oh, the sheer joy. It was immeasurable. Being on the higher end of control and living the life of your dreams. This was an actual slaughter, and it was the best feeling ever. Totally worth it.

The clean tiled floors became a pool of overflowing blood as dead bodies lay atop one another, spreading across the narrow hall. One of the rapists' eyes had fallen out of its sockets, while another had his fingers and toes detached from his limbs. When she surveyed the bloody sight, it was difficult to count the number of men she'd killed now because of the dislocation of their bodies.

But they were over forty. Perhaps, she'd killed all the forty-nine men. Or so she thought. Until she saw the unconscious rapist from earlier rise, limping out in the open space like a wraith in the night.

Ebun smirked. She was going to deal with that sneaky bastard later. Or perhaps, she wouldn't have to. He would die anyway.

Now, Ebun had to free these women quickly. Time was going, and she couldn't afford to get caught by someone who would implicate her. The scantily dressed women remained on the beds because their hands had been tied to the iron shackles on the wall.

The women, too, were frightened to death not only by the death of their oppressors but by Ebun's sudden appearance and by her monstrosity. Again, the ear-splitting screams from before assaulted the still air.

Ebun took a deep breath. How would she convince these women that she wasn't here to hurt them? Perhaps, decapitating the villains like that had not been a genius idea.

Ebun dropped her sword to the ground. The blade fell to the floor with a loud clang sound that shut out the women's terrified screaming. Ebun looked around, scared that that move might have frightened the women further.

None of the women said a word, and Ebun couldn't tell whether it was because they were frightened or they were convinced because she'd dropped her weapon. Still, she seized the opportunity to persuade them.

"I'm here to save all of you, I promise."

"You vill keell us too! Vhat's ze guarantee zat you von't kill us if ve allow you to save us?!" one of the women from the Ebun's right side said.

The woman was thin and pale, and her hair was a tangled mess. There was a large purplish circle around her right eye, something like a bruise.

Ebun swallowed, then she said in a soft voice.

"I was once helpless like all of you. Thirteen years ago, I was in this same position. Six men raped me. I would never hurt a woman," Ebun remembered Zinaida, Mr. Kojo's girlfriend. Then she quickly rephrased her last sentence. "I'd never hurt a rape victim. Please allow me to save you all. I'll explain everything you all deserve to know later. Right now, I have to get you all out of here, but I need your consent."

The pale woman looked at Ebun with a pitiful expression now, her eyes glossy with tears. The oneness that came from sharing a similar gory experience with someone was always a compelling force. Hence, even though these women had never met Ebun before, they trusted her because of her past and consented to her desire to save them.

With a thankful nod, Ebun picked up her sword again and used it to break the iron shackles that bound the ladies. One by one. Until all the fifty women were free.

Quickly, she led them all outside the castle to a long van. Once the last woman had safely entered the vehicle, Ebun made her move to join them until the unconscious man who'd been running around the castle showed up from behind her again.

The man whose face was distorted due to the slashing of the sword held a knife, pointing it towards Ebun. Ebun figured it would be a waste of time to unsheath her sword now that she'd tucked it. He would have stabbed her before she could slay him.

So she used her fists instead. Three punches across his jaw did the trick, and the dead man collapsed to the ground with a thud.

***

By the following day, the fifty women had been safely transported to Khovrino Hospital. The previous night, she'd provided them some warmth by preparing tea and biscuits and offering them thick blankets to sleep in for the night. Today, Ebun asked the driver to take them to the rehabilitation center to get better treatment from then on.

The women were fascinated by Ebun, much to her dismay. They wanted to know all about her skillful artistry in using the sword and how she'd come about being an assassin. Although Ebun needed more staff at Khovrino Hospital and these women were eligible candidates, she didn't want women who were too inquisitive about her ways. She had to get acquainted with them to a reasonable level, and they had to show interest, not just curiosity, in her ordeals.

Khovrino Hospital functioned similarly to the psycho barracks. Sean worked with people who were thirsty for vengeance. It was the same with Ebun's medical staff. Every nurse in her hospital had also been victims of rape, molestation, and assault. So they all worked as a team — investigating rape cases across Moscow and beyond to serve justice.

Ebun was living the life of her dreams. She was even killing rapists without Sean's help or supervision now, and she owned her empire of vengeance-thirsty females like her. She never thought she would become this much of a badass.

However, Ebun's fuel for retaliation was slowly beginning to die. It had been thirteen years since those six bastards had raped her, and up until now, she'd not been able to get a hold of any of them — not even the leader of the rapists who wore the white mask.

For how long was she going to keep going, killing sex offenders? Those overwhelming doubtful feelings she experienced back in her days at Moscow Medical State University began to resurface slowly. Before she didn't mind going for as long as she could. She was willing to spend her lifetime fishing out those demons one by one.

But now, things were slightly different. Ebun was madly in love with Sean, and Sean felt the same way towards her. She was ready to spend the rest of her life with him in peace and harmony. Ebun wanted to settle down. She had another purpose of living asides from seeking vengeance.

Hence, she wanted to get over this phase of her life and wrap it up as quickly as possible. Yet, Ebun had not come this far just to come this far. Even though it now seemed so pointless agreeing to follow Sean to Russia to look for her rapists, she couldn't give up or back out now.

In the process of desiring to slaughter her rapists, Ebun had denied her family and turned her back against them — despite their promises and willingness to fight for her. Ebun's elder sister was even a lawyer, so there was a big chance. Still, Ebun rejected it all. She'd denied Mrs. Mariyah and Viktoriya's protection. She'd decided to pick up her cross and follow Sean instead.

It would be a shame if she lost in this race or gave up when she was, perhaps, close to the finishing line. She had to prove to her family and the hostel mistress that she could get the vengeance she desired. Also, she would be an ingrate to Sean, after all his support and tremendous help, if she gave up.

Sean understood the sense of urgency and promised to help her find the rapists to the best of his ability. Ebun was able to do adequately well without Sean's supervision now, but Sean's nature as a mastermind always served as the gap, putting Sean on the higher level. Hence, Ebun could do well with his assistance.

Now, the women, looking a bit more relaxed than they were the previous night and dressed in better clothes, were ready to leave Khovrino Hospital. Ebun, in her laboratory coat, led them out to the van.

"Zank you so much, Doctor Eboon," one of the women said as she took Ebun's palm and clasped onto it tightly.

"God sent you to us!" another woman praised her.

Ebun smiled at the vindicated women and told them to find their way back to the hospital if any of them were interested in some adventure. The women who didn't fully understand what she meant nodded ignorantly and entered the van.

As she stood and watched the van zoom down the road and vanish from her sight, she felt a tear flow down her cheeks. Why hadn't God sent someone to save her on that day? She wouldn't have to be living this kind of life if God had cared about her on that tragic afternoon.

If he'd helped her out of that situation, she wouldn't be having desires of revenge. While people wished and hoped for better things, she'd desired to kill. She couldn't even want better things even if she tried.

She waved her last goodbye to the van that had already disappeared. Then she turned to walk back into her hospital but stopped when she saw Sean approaching the hospital's premises from the outside the fence.

Her heart skipped a beat for a thousand reasons, but the predominant reason was that she was so happy to see him. When he came closer and covered the distance between them, he wrapped his arms around her waist and enveloped her lips in a kiss.

Ebun gladly kissed him in return, parting her lips open to give him access as she relished his earthly scent. This man. This tall, dark man that was now hers had changed so much over the years. He'd meant every word he said in the car seven years ago. He'd been willing to love her selflessly as he promised.

He changed the way he spoke to her, became a lot more patient with her, especially during the weapon training sessions, and encouraged her very often. Although the age difference between them was astounding, Ebun didn't care. This man had now become her everything, and she was glad she met him at that boxing ring several years ago.

Sean broke away from the kiss after a few minutes, and he did it abruptly — as though he'd remembered the reason why he came.

"Babe, I have some important news for you," Sean said to Ebun, panting heavily.

"What's that?" Ebun asked, frustrated.

"There's a new case of a rapist at a university in Novosibirsk—"

"That city is beyond my province. I can't—"

"And the guy looks exactly like one of the men who raped you thirteen years ago, according to your description."