They wanted her to be their weapon, and that she became. But at what cost?
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~Warning~
Mature Content
Violence
Torture
Explicit Language
Psychotic behavior
AGE-GAP (hardly.)
Graphic Photos
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Highest rank: #1 in assassin
"I just don't see why he has to stay here, he could wander into one of our rooms. You never know what he could see down here!" Celestine whines, trailing behind me.
I walk down the long hallway, glancing back at her. "All of our doors are locked. The only ones he will be able to get into is his room, my office, the kitchen and the living room." I scowl at her. "You worry too much, plus, what is he going to do about it? Run back to his Uncle?" I smirk. Celestine frowns.
"You aren't taking this seriously." She states, stopping and crossing her arms.
I turn my body towards her and gently cup her cheek, I see her eyes soften. Her face relaxing. "If he sees something he shouldn't, I'll let you kill him. But he needs to be down here so I know what he's doing."
I remove my hand, then continue walking down the hall. Just before I turn into my room, I turn to her and smile. "Besides, I plan on taking out the Perez family tree." Her eyes widen, and I close my room door. I flick the lock into place and sigh. I look around the dark room, the only source of light coming from a very dim lamp in the corner. I start to strip out of the very complicated dress and stand in front of the mirror. The lamp is next to mirror, so it allows me to see my body slightly. I meet my eyes in the mirror, my hand sliding up and gently taking off the blonde wig. I toss it onto a dresser and start to unpin my natural light brown hair. My eyes move across my face as my hair slowly falls back into place. My eyes move down my face to my neck, then to my chest. The tattoos looks dull, the ink no longer popping out. I look around my body, noticing all the scars. My arms covered in scars, along with my wrists. My eyes lock onto the scar cutting across my stomach, and I close my eyes. I breathe in heavily and whisper, "I'm sorry I couldn't save you. You wouldn't of survived in my world." My fingers gently trace across the scar. But just as quickly as they came, I pulled them away. My eyes snap back up, and I narrow my eyes. I scream and then punch the mirror. "ITS ALL HIS FAULT. THAT STUPID FUCKING FAMILY!" My hand is covered in glass. I grab the broken mirror, and pulled it off the wall. I throw it, causing it to shatter more, glass laying everywhere across my room. My chest heaves and I try to calm down. Kill him, kill him now. Why waste time? I punch the wall, "HE NEEDS TO PAY!" I punch it again, the glass moving further into my hand. "I WANT HIM TO WATCH AS I SLOWLY TEAR APART HIS FAMILY!" The door slams open and Sin runs in. He flicks on the light switch and looks over at me. My hand is gushing blood and my heels crunch against the glass as I slowly back away from the wall.
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He sighs. "Come here." I slowly walk to him, my eyes down. "I'm sorry.. I-I didn't mean to.." I whisper, my voice cracking. My heartless appearance slowly breaks down in front of him. He nods his head, "I know." He pulls me to him and wraps his arms around me tightly, I nod. "I want to kill him.. All of them, they did this to me." He smirks and lifts my chin to look me in the eyes. "We are going to make them pay, My Goddess. We are going to make them feel everything you felt all those years. And then we'll make them feel it again, and again. We will get revenge." My eyes light up and I look up at him with admiration. "I promise you." He bends his head down and connects his lips to mine, slowly leading us towards the bed. ---
