SHE IS MINE***** ONLY MINE

I Want Out

Maktub's POV

I'm so tired of this life, my hands have been covered in blood from the age of 12.

I need to do something to get out of this but I don't have anyone - no family no friends no one.

I have killed so many, but what can I say I need to survive. I have but now there is too much I need a  life. I want to be loved; I need someone to take care of me to see more of me than just a killing machine. so many years had passed. I will always remember the day I was taken from my family I cannot go back they will be in great danger. I miss them every day maybe they believe I'm dead by now. It has been 13 years. 

Anyways, I have 8 passports and speak 11 languages. This time I can travel they will find me here in Russia. With the money I have, I can go anywhere in the world. I will start by working in a cafe shop. In two months my new life will begin. 

This is going to be my last job there is no room for mistakes. It has to be clean and fast. He will never know what hits him. I have a perfect plan, I just have to wait for the right time. Can't believe this pervert is a respectable businessman.

I have seen his videos with underage girls and it makes me sick but it's okay I will be the last girl he will touch. Standing at 5'5 his idiotic workers believe I'm 16.  I don't give a shit they will all die tonight if anyone gets in my way they will know who is Maktub. I know he likes to beat girls I can take a couple of slaps pain doesn't scare me. I was on his bed like the good girl he wanted me to be. It is so easy to kill a man all they want is sex. 

Believe it or not, I have never been with anyone. I don't have to, they all are dead before they know it. But I know what they like: sexy clothes, hair, eyes, boobs and butt. Not too big nor too small just perfect. I have a body to die for. When he gets in the room he looks at me from head to toe, gets close to me, and slaps me. What a dick I hope he enjoys this it will be his last.

In one motion my hand was on his throat, the small blade I had in my hair was perfect. I pressed the blade harder against his throat. My lips were on his ears. 

"No one would be able to save you now. You're a coward. A leech. I'm going to enjoy killing you."

I dragged the blade across his throat and watched as his blood poured out. He gurgled as he attempted to scream. I felt his blood splatter against my face. My last job.

I left the room and threw out my now-ruined dress. 

Today is when my new life begins. 

Maktub's POV

I've been drowning in blood since I was twelve. A child forced to survive, to kill, to become something darker than I ever imagined. This life... it's a prison of my own making.

No family. No friends. No one who truly knows me. They're all dead, or as good as. And now... now there's too much blood. I need a way out. I want a life beyond this endless cycle. I want someone to see me. Not the killer. Not the machine. Me—Zai Marlowe.

Thirteen years. That's how long it's been since they tore me from my family. My memories of them are the only pieces of myself that feel real anymore. Do they think I'm dead? Maybe it's better if they do. If they knew the monster I've become, they'd never forgive me. And I couldn't blame them.

But I have to disappear. Not just from my past, but from everyone watching. I've got eight passports, eleven languages under my belt, and more money than I could ever need. Still, I know they'll come for me, track me. This time, it's Russia. I'll blend in, fade into the noise. A café shop—a simple cover while I plan my escape. In two months, this nightmare will be behind me.