Traitor

Just the Beginning

AN: thanks so much  reading my book! it truly means the world. i wanted to warn you that the main character will be super confusing until the plot is revealed, so bare with her

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TW: this whole book involves murder, rape, and men. foul language is also used. Please refrain from reading if any of these things are a problem. I really don't want anyone to get upset as the book, or me. 

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Men, awful men. They are my victims. They deserve everything they get. Nobody ever expects the short, sweet, little girl to be such a killing machine. But you can't judge a book by its cover. I was getting ready to go see the local bar. The dress I had decided on was a short red satin dress. It showed off all of my curves in the best way. My brown wavy hair flowing gracefully down my back. My makeup is done with almost the same precision as a professional. The perfect rose hue to my cheeks, the almost sharp eyeliner, and the most beautiful red lipstick. I almost wanted to date myself. But that is not the point of my going out. The goal was to get as many men to like me, then lead them on. The ending usually involves their grave being dug. But that's what they get. Most were predators, or could become one. Just not right at all. I started this as a way to fish the dating pool. But now it's just the beautiful game of death. I am doing the world a service. These men mean nothing to me. But as the clock neared midnight, my window was closing. So I grabbed my phone and headphones, and began my walk.

As I walked I could hear the noise of the bar almost immediately as I stepped out of my apartment building. I entered the alcoholics church, and sat at the bar. The leather bar stool had obvious wear, and the walls were exposed brick. The bartender had yet to acknowledge my existence, but he also looked like he had just smoked a pound of pot before clocking in.

The first guy to catch my eye was obviously drunk, and out of his mind. Perfect. Everything I needed. He was the textbook victim. He's probably a predator. And he's probably looking for a girl. If not, I'll make him wish he was. The overwhelming scent of alcohol and sweat hit me like a ton of bricks. The scent just absolutely enshrouded me. But my eyes were only focused on one thing. The shaggy brown hair, and the sloppy smile. Anyone would find that attractive. He was the picture of masculinity, these types were always the most dangerous. The ones that hurt, and loved the most. And had the most delightful way of trusting way too fast. The hurt was the sweetest thing. It's what they deserve, as their crimes are punishable by death.

I got myself a Classic Manhattan and started my usual flirting routine. It consisted of smirking, winking and looking away. The perfect combo for catching the male species. It took a little longer than expected, but he finally tore away from his little group of boys. He stumbled over to me, it was kinda cute. His emerald green eyes slightly dulled because of the alcohol.

"Sawwww you lookin at me" He slurred, he had that drunk smirk that just made you want to hold him.

"Yeah, I just thought we could talk." I retorted.

"Whadidyawanttotalkabout" He said, all in one breath.

"Are you lookin for some company tonight? Because I'm available" I said, quirking up my eyebrow. His eyes lit up, like he's been waiting for someone to ask that. The desperation in his eyes was almost enough to make me die. But I would not be the one to die at the end of this.