𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟 | 𝐰𝐥𝐰

☠︎︎One☠︎︎

I like to believe everything has a meaning in life. A reason. A purpose. Every little thing, detail, has an impact on the future.

Like how I fell off my bike when I was six, or how I was bullied until high school. Maybe how I was caught kissing a girl at 13. Or even how my first girlfriend fingered me in the school bathroom.

Definitely not my proudest moment, but it served purpose.

Everyday of my life has served purpose until today.

Why the fuck am I blindfolded and tied up in the back of a van? What purpose does this serve me? Is this where I die? Where my body is used to satisfy the disgusting creatures on this earth that you call men?

If so, then kill me now.

I groaned in deep pain as a hard blow to my head knocked me out.

•••

I heard indistinct voices as I slowly opened my eyes. I could feel my mouth taped shut. My hands were bonded together behind me. The pounding from my head became dramatically worse as I looked down at the blood on my shirt.

"She's awake." I heard a male's voice sang.

Steps slowly approached from behind me. A group of guys began to surround me and give me dirty lustful looks.

"She's American? American Italian? I don't know, either way Vin isn't going to be happy with this." a man with dark brown hair spoke. "It doesn't matter what she is, this is the description of who Vin wanted. She should be happy we're even helping her after what she did to our previous boss." another spoke.

She?

The 'boss' is a woman?

"Hell, if Vin doesn't want her, I'll surely take her. She looks like she knows how to please a man." the same man spoke, causing the other guys to laugh. I rolled my eyes at his statement.

He looked like trouble, standing tall with black shiny, gelled hair.

"Did this bitch just roll her eyes at me?" he angrily questioned. "Mhm." I slowly nodded my head.

He raised his hand at me before slapping me across the face. "You wanna try that again?" he looked at me with haunting eyes. I quietly chuckled at his lack of self control over such a small thing.

His hand went across my face once more. The man raised his hand at me for a third time.

"Hit her again. I'll break your face...after breaking your hand." I heard a woman's voice from behind me. Her voice sounded mighty, intimidating.

Footsteps slowly approached us.

The man quickly put his hand down. The rest of them all gave their attention to the woman approaching.

"No, no, go ahead. I insist." the woman approached the man with black hair. The two stood at the same height.

I couldn't see her face, only her back. She wore all black with her curls pulled tightly into a bun. I couldn't help but to stare at her small undercut, displaying a symbol tatted on the back of her head.

"You wanna hit women just because?" she asked the black haired man. "Uh n-no." he terribly stuttered. "No what?" she stepped closer to him. "No boss." he corrected himself, obviously scared of her.

"Right." she nodded.

I took a huge gulp as she slowly turned around to face me. Her eyes almost burned through me. The darkness held within those light brown eyes made it quite obvious why they were all scared of her. The scar on her left cheek and tatted body was only a plus.