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Bianca siempre fue una niรฑa solitaria. Nunca tuvo amigos pero esto tenรญa un porque y no, ella no era tรญmida ni aislada. A ella le gustaba hacer daรฑo a los demรกs niรฑos , nadie querรญa acercรกrsele y no estoy hablando de daรฑo psicolรณgico sino mas bien, fรญsico.
A medida que avanzaba de edad avanzaban sus mรฉtodos de tortura para con los demรกs. Desde picarlos con cuchillos hasta intentar clavarlos en arranques de furia. El dolor ajeno le producรญa un placer casi orgรกsmico.
Su adultez no fue diferente y todo el mundo temรญa que fuera madre ยกPobre destino de aquel niรฑo que se gestara en el vientre de semejante psicรณpata! , nadie podรญa hacer nada para impedirlo puesto que Bianca habรญa sido abandonada por su familia resignada.
Bianca nunca quiso ser madre, amaba su libertad de hacer lo que le plazca pero, lo inevitable , debido al libertinaje , pasรณ. No recuerda bien como pues estaba fuera de sus cabales. El amor no era opciรณn ya que carecรญa de toda emociรณn y con su retoรฑo la cosa no cambiรณ.
Lo odiaba, no podรญa tolerarlo. Su llanto, su respiraciรณn, su sola presencia no soportaba. Lo รบnico que la hacia feliz era martirizar al pequeรฑo con sus juegos de dolor perverso. Sus gritos le daban felicidad pero... querรญa mas para saciar su maldad.
El niรฑo era su mayor diversiรณn pero su mayor estorbo. Asรญ que tomรณ una decisiรณn con fervor: Lo atรณ en plena nevada fuera de la casa como un perro para ver como poco a poco morรญa rendido ante la hipotermia. Mucho no durรณ pues el niรฑo ahogo sus รบltimos suspiros en el manto helado que cubrรญa el patio trasero
-ยกMamรก tengo frio, dรฉjame entrar! Gritaba el niรฑo en desespero . Lo peor es que no solo su madre hacia oรญdos sordos sino que los vecinos tambiรฉn ya que le temรญan a Bianca y a lo que esta podรญa llegarles a hacer.
El muriรณ, al cabo de unas horas muriรณ. Su pequeรฑo y frรกgil cuerpo no soportรณ las temperaturas bajo cero asรญ que sucumbiรณ. Pero para sorpresa de Bianca, los gritos no cesaron y el silencio del invierno se interrumpiรณ.
Cada invierno, en la puerta que da al patio trasero , se observa la figura del niรฑo husmeando hacia adentro, pidiendo a su mamรก que lo deje entrar porque afuera hace mucho frio y ya no lo ha de soportar.
Bianca was always a lonely child. She never had friends but she had a reason and no, she was not shy or isolated. She liked to hurt other children, no one wanted to get close to her and I am not talking about psychological harm but rather, physical.
As she advanced in age, her methods of torturing others progressed. From chopping them with knives to trying to nail them in outbursts of rage. The pain of others gave him an almost orgasmic pleasure.
Her adulthood was no different and everyone feared she would become a mother. Poor fate of that child to be gestated in the womb of such a psychopath! No one could do anything to prevent it, since Bianca had been abandoned by her resigned family.
Bianca never wanted to be a mother, she loved her freedom to do as she pleased, but the inevitable, due to debauchery, happened. She does not remember well how because she was out of her mind. Love was not an option since it lacked any emotion and with her offspring it was no different.
She hated him, she could not tolerate him. His crying, his breathing, his mere presence she could not stand. The only thing that made her happy was to torment the little one with his games of perverse pain. His screams gave her happiness but... she wanted more to satiate her wickedness.
The child was her greatest amusement but her greatest hindrance. So he made a decision with fervor: He tied him up in the middle of the snowfall outside the house like a dog to watch him die little by little. It didn't last long, for the boy drowned his last sighs in the icy blanket that covered the backyard. cried the child in desperation. The worst thing is that not only his mother was deaf, but also the neighbors were afraid of Bianca and what she could do to them.
He died, within a day he died. His small and fragile body could not stand the freezing temperatures so he succumbed. But to Bianca's surprise, the screams did not stop and the silence of winter was interrupted.
Every winter, at the door leading to the backyard, you can see the figure of the child looking in, asking his mother to let him in because it's too cold outside and he can't stand it anymore.
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โ๏ธ Separadores creados por mi en Photoscape y separador del final de ikasumanera.