❝𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.❞ I gasped, squeezing the sheets of the bed. His long fingers entered me, making me close my eyes as I soaked in...
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["Death. What a funny word."]
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I have a knife for every task I've done. Each one is special. It has its past and its future, but rarely its present. They are like trophies that are won after a great feat.
My entire closet is filled with trophies. I got them from my father after every successful mission. They are priceless.
My favorite is John. Named after a British mob leader, I had the honor of killing him. My father really worked hard to find the right trophy for this endeavor. He even went to Asia himself to find it. He was my fist kill.
I was 14 years old.
Just look at it. A solid gold-plated handle, with small diamond flowers in the center and a tip so sharp that even could cut steel.
That's my biggest trophy. The biggest undertaking.
I have 146 in total, but now one is in Hunter's hands and I don't know when he will return it to me. Will he return it back to me at all?
There's something about him. Something I can't clearly explain or understand. His mind works in a different way than mine. He's always ready to tease me, but when he gets serious—that's when he puts me into serious thinking.
Today we should meet at my uncle's laboratory. Yes. My uncle. But he is not a scientist, far from it. He is a combination of doctor and anthropologist. Very interesting story. I really hope that he will be able to help us.
"Are you okay Maria?" Andrey, my dvoyurodnyy brat, asked me. He is sitting across from me, but that doesn't stop him from seeing my facial expressions or body movements which are clearly visible on me. Instead of ignoring him and making a fight, I answered.
"I'm fine. Just a little tired from last night." I said, placing my hands on the table. It is currently breakfast time, and all the family members have gathered to start the new day together. The table is full and all the chairs are taken. The plates are filled with the most delicious food that my aunt Tania prepares. She really likes to cook.
My father and his two brothers were sitting on top of the table with their wives next to them. Teodora, my mother, is dressed like all the other women. Elegant and decent.
In this family, everyone gets along in perfect harmony. We are all very close, like flesh and blood. We realized that if we want to live in this kind of world, we have to stick together. We have to be united, which we are.
Andrey put a piece of egg in his mouth, turning to me. "I can see why you're tired. Dinner last night was a little more crazy than usual."
"A little?" his younger sister, Varya, got involved. "Dad, you and uncles almost split the table in half."
