When young Diovanna is framed for something she didn't do and is sent off to a "boarding school" she feels abandoned and betrayed. But one thing was for sure, this boarding school was no ordinary school.
One day when police roll in and search the p...
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"Oh sweet, sweet, Diovanna. How we have missed you." He coos.
I scoff. 'Go fuck yourself.' I sign to him, making my way to the knifes in the kitchen.
"Why would I do that when you can do it for me?" He says sweetly.
I shutter at his words. Their hands, they will always taint me.
I shake off the thought and focus back on the ugly ass mother fucker in front of me.
'No one in their right mind will want to fuck you're two inch dick.' I laugh out. I don't think he found that very funny. But I did.
If he was a cartoon character, I'm pretty sure he would have smoke coming out his ears.
Men and their fucking petty egos.
He lunges at me but I quickly dodge it and land a punch to his gut before running and grabbing a steak knife.
Fuck I knew I should have brought my knife.
He smirks when he sees the knife in my hand. "You think that can keep you safe? If only boss would let me slit your pretty fucking throat!" He seethes, his Russian accent prominent.
'You think I'm pretty?' Now this, this must have struck a nerve as he came at me sweeping my legs.
I rolled over and got to my feet before lunging at him catching him by surprise and hitting his face.
I punched his ugly ass face over and over. Blood was pouring out of his mouth and nose but I didn't stop, not until his hand came up and yanked my hair back before slamming my head into the cabinet.
Black spot cloud my vision but I blink them away and get to my feet.
He took that chance to come behind me when I was clearing my vision.
He kicked the back of my knees causing me to crash to the floor. Is this bitch serious.
He got on top of me and started punching my face. I felt blood trickle down my head, but the adrenaline pumping in my veins allowed me to feel absolutely no pain though.
Using a lot of my strength, I brought my knee up, hitting his puny dick and then kicked his ass off of me making him hit the counter and groan in pain.
I took his distraction moment to jump him, grab his arm and twist it till I heard the satisfying crack of his arm breaking.
Music to my ears.
I push him away from me before grabbing a butcher knife and a fucking frying pan off the counter.
"You have gotten better I see." He states from the ground looking up at me.
