The Girl Who Murdered For Love

Prologue

      She could hardly breathe, her face pressed against the wall as she felt his heavy breaths against her neck and face. He smelled of cigarettes, and his body was pressed against hers holding her flat against the concrete wall in an alleyway. She can't recall how she got into this situation, she keeps retracing her steps over and over in her mind. She can't remember.

      He has a knife. That's all she can think about is the knife. "If you scream, well, you won't be able to. I'll kill you before you get the chance, doll." His voice is a harsh whisper. It made her think thoughts that she shouldn't think in this situation. "I w-won't scream, j-ust let me g-go please." She begs, her voice soft and delicate, barely above a whisper as she forces her plea out. He chuckles, "you are so cute when you beg, and as much as I yearn for your sweet blood dripping from my knife, I might let you go. If you make a deal."

      A deal? What kind of deal was he plotting in his mind? She frantically nodded, not thinking too much into it, just wanting to go home. "Y-yes anything, just please let me go."Her voice was soft like a flower, but her tone was a frantic whisper. He smiles, "you don't even know what it is yet." His tone is playful, his voice is evil.

      She shook her head as much as she could, given that her face was pressed tightly against the cold concrete. "I d-don't care. I just want to live." Her whispers were getting weaker as she was getting more tired than she was. "Well, I would have liked to tell you what it was before you agreed but oh well," he chuckled a dark laugh, "I have a list of people who made me this way, and I want you, girlie, to help me kill them."

      She held her breath in shock, he was taking her innocence away and there wasn't anything she could do about it. She exhales slowly to calm herself so she could speak. "If it will allow me to go back home to my family, then I'll do it." She speaks so softly, so weakly that he could hardly hear her. He lifted himself off her, holding her by the shoulders. "Good girl, oh and by the way hun, I've been watching you for quite some time, I know everything about you. So don't think for a moment that I won't come find you." He smirks, lifting his hands off her shoulders. "You mention this to anyone, I will find you and kill you." He states harshly. All she hears are his steps falling quietly behind her.

      She gathers up all her strength, and takes a few breaths as she makes her way out of the alley so she can make her way back home. Earlier that evening, she was out at a bar with her friend. Her friend Eliza left with someone from the bar, leaving Cerenity to walk home by herself. As she was walking, she felt like she was being followed. The footsteps grew louder making her aware that they were drawing in close behind her. As she was passing an alley, the man grabbed her by the throat and pressed all his body weight, pushing her into the wall. All the memories flood back into her head, and she remembered the events that came before her life was threatened.