I dreamed of him again last night.
He came to me in his riveting form, dressed in the liturgical signature black attire. His dark hair slicked back, accentuating the alluring frame of his chiseled jaw, with the figure of a sculpted deity, just as I...
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They say that once a good girl's gone bad, she's gone forever.
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"Adriana, are you listening to me?"
All I heard was static. I fixed my eyes on the floor, assimilating the repercussions of an atrocious hap.
"We got the wrong man!"
Before me, a vision imbued with sheer malevolence. Its infernal manifestation was uglier than any demon, reemerged from the pits of hell and darker than the wings of a fallen angel.
"He's still alive. Someone helped him escape!"
The results of one blood-thirsty aspiration, calculated with the utmost precision.
And it was red.
Crimson.
An egregious pool of impiety, unveiling the debris of a harrowing matter.
Madder. The color of vile.
He wasn't prepared.
"Tell me where you are, Adriana!" The person on the other line was frantic.
"I'm in my apartment," I muttered, my eyes lingering on the grey plush carpet that was being stained by the filth lying on top of it.
"You need to leave now! The bastard is loose and we can't find him. He might be headed towards you."
I had been waiting for this moment for too long, planning, formulating, and this time I was ready.
Fate brought him to his knees, to my mercy.
His face was contorted into a state of shock, horrified to the brink of insanity.
He fought for his life, as I did when he took away everything and left me to drown in the murk of my own nightmares.
I was guilty. My hands stained with his evil. The blood that I had once longed to bathe in, after witnessing the light dissipate from his eyes.
For him to feel what I had endured. To ensure the pain and suffering that he had instilled in me.
Could he mend the parts of me he had torn to shreds? To take me back in time so that I was pure? Give me the childhood that he and my mother had cut short?
Could he do that for me? Could she? Would they rot in hell for their callousness?
The crackling fire, scorching flames that would shrivel their bodies into charcoal, were not enough to treat the everlasting scars they gifted me.
They forever engraved them into my burning desire for revenge.
Now I was just as evil.
The final speck of innocence, whisked away at the blink of an eye.
But the human scum didn't see it coming. Therefore, I, Adriana Bennett was now a cold-blooded killer.
Placing the 9mm steel Glock on the coffee table, I knelt down a few inches, the mixture of blood and gunpowder reaching my nostrils.
I watched the life leave his eyes with no emotion. As dead and cold as his corpse, lying in my living room.
"It may be too late for that."
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