“Kuchisake-Onna: The Birth of the Legend”
“Who will think you’re beautiful now?” he said while his fist gripped a mass of black hair, arching her neck backwards. He forced her pink, soft mouth open and slowly dragged the blade from one corner to her ear. Repeat. A type of fevered paranoia had been slowly consuming him like a thick and bitter charisma. He saw her smile effortlessly at every man – all too impressed, thankful, and flirtatious – like she was descended from a painted china doll… It disgusted him. He gave her everything and she thanked him with the same smile, tinkling laugh and sparkling eyes that she wore for every other man. He dwelled on that permanent, carefully constructed blush in her cheeks. Then his focus shifted back and he narrowed his eyes.
“Now, show me that bee-you-ti-full smile,” her husband said.
He picked up her hand and broke her fingers until she screamed, ripping her face further apart. Her view flashed white with neon blue dots crowding her vision. Then, the world went black.
The above is my version of how the beginning of the legend went down.