Wildfire

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Mariana Montanari

It had been a week since the cake disaster. I hadn't heard from Kenneth since which was good because he finally got the hint. I had been looking for my next victim now. In the past week I got one more name off my list.

Name: Venerov Dester
Age: 57
Occupation: Wine Tycoon.

Loaded with money, and known for his extravagant life and colourful interests, Venerov was as charming as a man could get.

Unfortunately his charm didn't stop him from raping a 15 year old.

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"Mary. That's your name right?" His fingers ghosted around my collarbone.

By Camila's rules I was not allowed to cover it. "Yes, that's my name." I had been here for 2 years since my dad kicked me out at 13 for being too "used up" and Camila took me in.

I was supposed to pay her back for granting such a favour to me but this was so painful. I had begged her to let me pay in another way but she demanded this.

I was stuck here and helpless. Although I did get paid enough to enrol in an online college which Camila allowed me as long as it didn't distract me from "work."

The work being this. "You're such a beautiful little girl... Such a shame you're here." His wrinkled hands now firmly held my neck and his breath lingered on my ears as he continued, "prove yourself useful and then I may take you home with me."

His words made me realise something. I could leave this place. I had never tried to get out of here, I was too scared of what would happen. By no means did I want to go with him but it just hit me that I may be able to get out of here.

His hands didn't stop as he tried to find out if I was useful or not. I now just lost all motor control when this happened. It made my dad's hands and his words come back.

Before my thoughts got the better of me; A loud noise followed by fresh tears and then a stinging pain in my face pulled me back to the present. Which was no prettier than the past.

"You're a used up one huh? Looking at your age, one might take you as fresh meat." His hand tightened around my neck till I choked.

My struggles to get out of his grip failed and my vision started going black around the edges.

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He died covered in blood just like I woke up that day. I fed him to the hyenas as well. By now the hyenas had started recognizing me or my car, either way they saw it and they usually knew it was me.

The next name would be struck off today. Oliver Garson.

I had Gianna look for him everywhere but he was nowhere to be seen for days until today. He was supposed to be at an art event.

It was a breeding ground for rich pedophiles. Camila had this secret club for people who wanted their "whores" younger and naturally it cost more. It is worth 200$ hourly.

I scoffed as I dug my nails into my palms till it bled to stop the memories.

He would've held you right now. What? You wouldn't be alone if he was here. My thoughts went to him a lot lately.

How was it possible that the man who would not let my phone stop buzzing, who vandalised my car with flowers- left a bouquet in it- yeah same thing. But how did that man just completely disappear?

"Gianna, check up on Deora while I'm doing this. Suspicious disappearances are not negligible." As if on cue Oliver appeared from inside the whatever underground club thing this was but he was not alone.

He had a girl with him. She looked barely over 15. Fuck. "Gianna, I'll need back up." I couldn't just expect to kill in front of a child and expect things to go as planned.

There was a possibility that I might scar her for life, she might scream and attract attention. A lot could go wrong with kids around.

"On it." Around three minutes later Noah was with me. "Get the kid away."

He went ahead with walking behind the girl as I slammed my heel on Oliver's spine making him drop to his knees. Noah ran with the girl in his arms and Oliver turned to look at me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" His voice was cracked from the pain. "There's a lot more where that came from." I dug my heel deeper till the tip was bloody. That's not the only tip that's going to be bloody. I know.

I didn't wait to go hide him. He would pay for what he did to me and probably to that little girl right here on the street.

I took a champagne bottle from his hands and smashed it on his head. The rest of the sharp edge was used to carve on his neck and eventually stab his throat.

I stabbed him again while reading the carving one last time. Mary.

Now the only time I thought about that name was when I carved it on my victims.

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I was in the hospital. At 19 and after my busy schedules at Camila's club I was finally an assistant surgeon at least. Maybe now I could pay her back and finally get out of there.

I looked up from the case file to a weak woman barely able to move, calling me over with her fingers.

I went over to her and she wasted no time in grabbing my neck and pushing me down on the bed's frame.

"P-pull the plug." She threw a file at me and continued to choke me. "Kill-" before she could finish her sentence one of the nurses had already pulled the plug.

Her grip on me loosened as she died with her hands around my throat.

"Are you okay, Mary? Don't worry she was always sort of insane." I nodded before grabbing the file and running back to the club.

I hid the file where Camila couldn't find it and thought about the woman. Her scary, bloodshot eyes, but they also had a hint of desperation in them.

I didn't have the guts to open the file yet. "Mary! Get dressed, the club is about to open up!"

"Be right there!" I hid the file and went back to another night of torture.

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