In the shadowy underworld of organized crime, two individuals stand poised on opposite sides of the law, each concealing their true identity behind a veil of secrets. Frost is a fierce and determined woman driven by a desire for justice and vengeanc...
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FROST
I walk silently down the dimly lit corridor, the cold metal of the gun pressed against my trembling hand. Every nerve in my body is on high alert as I scan the shadows for any sign of movement. The air is thick with tension, and every creak of the floorboards feels like an echo in the stillness.
Suddenly, I hear it—the unmistakable pull of a trigger echoing through the silence. My heart pounds in my chest as I whirl around, instinct taking over as I raise the gun and fire without hesitation. The sound of the gunshot reverberates off the walls, drowning out all other noise as the figure before me crumples to the ground.
Relief floods through me, but it's short-lived. There's no time to dwell on what I've just done—I have to keep moving, stay one step ahead of whoever else might be lurking in the shadows. With a steadying breath, I steel myself and press on, every nerve in my body primed for the next threat.
Entering the room, I'm met with a sight that makes my blood run cold. Women, like me, lie scattered across the floor, their bodies limp and their eyes vacant. Rage bubbles up inside me at the sight of their helplessness, but I push it down, focusing on the task at hand.
I quickly count them—twenty in total. Twenty lives hanging in the balance, their fates at the mercy of monsters who see them as nothing more than commodities to be bought and sold.
With a sense of urgency, I activate my earpiece, the familiar click signaling its activation. "Fifth floor, left side, middle room. Twenty women," I report, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging within me. It's a simple message, but it carries the weight of a thousand screams—the weight of every woman whose life hangs in the balance.
Relief washes over me as I know help is on the way. My men will come, swift and silent, to whisk these women away to safety—to a place where they can heal and rebuild their shattered lives. It's a small victory in a world filled with darkness, but it's a victory nonetheless.
As I watch over the women, my resolve hardens. This is why I do what I do. This is why I fight—to protect the innocent, to stand against the darkness, and to ensure that no one else suffers the same fate as these women. And with that thought burning bright in my heart, I steel myself for the battles yet to come.
My heart clenches at the sight of the small girl huddled in the corner, her tears staining her cheeks. Every instinct in me screams to protect her, to shield her from whatever horrors she's endured.
I approach her slowly, making sure not to startle her further. "It's okay," I say softly, my voice gentle as I kneel down beside her.
Her sobs continue, but she peers up at me through tear-filled eyes, her gaze wary and filled with fear. "Don't hit me, please," she pleads, her voice barely a whisper.
My heart breaks at her words, and I shake my head, reaching out a hand to gently touch her shoulder. "I promise I won't hurt you," I assure her, my voice steady and reassuring. "I'm here to take you to safety, to your mom."
