''Devils never die, innocents do.''
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Anastasia Fernandez is a 26 year old daughter of the Sicilian Mafia Don. She is s sick psycho who has no heart and no femininity whatsoever. She is a killing machine whose hands are stained with innocent peopl...
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I opened my closed eyes.
Killing myself was just a thought. If there is one thing I know about myself is that I don't surrender. If needed I wouldn't even surrender to God.
I know I am a sinner. There is nothing that can bring me to never sin. I know when I die I will end up in hell. But I don't care.
I wouldn't care the least.
The knife I held at the door of my heart kept knocking. My lungs kept crying for oxygen. My mind begged for this marriage to be a mere dream. My eyes kept shedding pearls.
I looked in the mirror.
What has Alessandro done to me?
So much hatred that I almost gave up on myself. On my life.
I tried to move the dagger away but it just wouldn't.
My ears have gone deaf to the cries of my burning heart. My ears have gone deaf to everyone who keeps telling me what I need to do.
The door suddenly smashed open as I turned around to face the person trying to break in. Adrenaline was pumping all over my body as I only had one option.
The door opened to reveal Alessandro. He was dressed rather handsomely. Not that I care though. In his black tuxedo with a black tie around his neck, hair neatly combed back with gel and his facial features stern as ever. He was breathless, like I was.
He then took large steps towards me. I did not move the knife from the doorstep of my aching heart.
I don't know when my eyes erupted into tears but the pearly tear drops embellished my burning red cheeks.
He immediately pinned me to the wall beside the mirror in front of which I was standing. His expeditious action sliced through the white dress, cutting through my already tensed skin in the process. Blood brimmed through the slit on my skin right above my chest, as we both shared an eye contact that was so intense I felt like passing out.
He grabbed the knife away from me, throwing it, not caring where ever the fuck it fell. The blood kept spurting ruining the beautiful dress.
"What the fuck do you think you were going to do?! End your life?!" His thundering voice making me flinch from fear.
I did not speak. I just kept staring in his blank eyes trying to read him but it seemed impossible. His feelings were probably sheltered by a million curtains in his eyes. Even if I wanted to read him I couldn't.
"I am speaking to you Anastasia! How can you think you can end your life so easily?" The beast in front of me said in a dangerous tone, its malignancy almost sucking my wounded soul.
"My life belongs to me! My soul is my own possession! You may choose to force me into a meaningless marriage I don't accept but . . . You can never become a part of me! If I choose to end my life, you can't stop me! I told you once I was willing to die instead of accepting you as my husband. You should know that I abide by my words."
