Goku Black POV

I can't believe someone like that pathetic excuse of a human being actually exists. After Avoca told me everything he's done to her, I wanted to kill him. But that would be all too easy. No, he's going to get a taste of his own medicine. Hopefully my little sister will never come across anyone like that. And if she does, I'll be there to help her, because that's what siblings do, they help each other when they need it most. It doesn't matter if she's my adopted sister, I've taken care of her since day one when I found her alone in my yard, having just crash landed in her space pod.

She was just so tiny and adorable, but I didn't want to admit it then. And I've also been her protector for all her life. I didn't shelter her like a lot of people would, no. I taught her all the things she needed to know in order to learn to protect herself. So that way if she ever found herself in danger, she would be able to fight back. Just like how I'm going to teach Avoca when she isn't in little space. And when she is, I'll be there to love her. Not that I don't love her now, I do. I'm not sure if she'll love me. I'm a convicted criminal after all.

I walked down to the basement and turned on the lights, and Razor squinted from the brightness, then glared at me and the other two, Merged and Zamasu. I'm glad my sister isn't here right now, she doesn't have a strong stomach for what's going to happen. I paced back and forth, thinking of what I should do first to that weak human. Any man that hits a woman, no matter what race or species they are, is a weak and cowardly one. Do I regret killing Trunks' mother? At the time, no, I did not. Now? Yes. I do. So I went back to the past and made a wish on the Super Dragon Balls to bring her back to life. And she's been wonderful to Cynder. Almost as if she were her own daughter.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts, and try to focus on the subject at hand, picking up a knife and looked at it for a moment, watching it glint in the light, then started to cut off Razor's clothing, and of course he tried to fight me, but I chopped his neck to knock him out again. Stupid, foolish boy. He has no idea what's in store for him. I then took the same knife and began to slowly and carefully cut into his skin, watching it bleed. Too bad he's knocked out, or he'd be screaming loudly.

I then smacked him awake, and he began to scream when he felt the pain of a knife in his leg, since I had stabbed him there. I do still love the sound of screaming from my enemies, it's like music to my ears. Such beautiful, wonderful music. I kept it up until his leg was full of stab wounds, and he was out cold from the pain. Weak human. And he's supposed to be a Saiyan? He brings shame to the entire race. I sighed and had Zamasu give him an IV of blood, since he's lost so much. I don't want our new toy to die just yet.

I then put the knife down and picked up a scalpel, and began cutting open his chest, and stomach, making him scream again. Ah, music. Such a wonderful sound. So full of life until it's over. I repeated the process over and over, then gave him a senzu bean to heal his wounds, and allowed Zamasu a turn. After all, you need a clean canvas to paint on. And inspiration of course. We three took turns over and over again until Razor was begging for us to kill him, but where's the fun in that? We were only getting started with the small stuff, and he was begging for mercy. He doesn't deserve mercy after what he's done to my precious Avoca. We healed him again, and then bound his wrists and ankles in ki restricting cuffs so he wouldn't try to go anywhere, and left him in the dark.