𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄- 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐃. The scream the man let out was useless, and she knew it as she stalked toward him with a predators gait. She gripped the knife tighter in her hand, circling him with a predatory grin under that ski mask she wore. Years. She had waited years for this, biding her time. Her patience had run thin, but even then, she waited. The only thing that had kept her from snapping was knowing that before he died, her face would be the last thing he saw before she sent him to hell, where he belonged. She would relish in the fact that he'd die knowing that she was alive, that he'd failed to break her all those years ago. 

"Please," he begged, getting on his knees like he thought it would help plead his case. But it was futile, because she had come here with a purpose, and only one of them would be walking out of here alive. And it was sure as hell going to be her. "Whatever it is you think I've done, you have the wrong guy." He had genuinely believed it too. He had thought that the fate he was meet was not deserved. She hadn't deserved her fate either, but that didn't stop him from playing his part in it. He had ruined her life all those years ago, and now she would do the same. 

Because she had made a promise. A vow to make them all pay, no matter the cost. 

"I don't think I do," she replied smoothly, preparing herself for the kill. She went to that place she always went into, that metaphorical mask snapping into place. When he tried to rise again, she placed her boot firmly on his chest and pushed him into the ground, eliciting a wince as she dug her heel in ever-so-slightly to keep him pinned in place. The whine that he let out was absolutely pathetic, and she scrunched her nose up as she surveyed him. "You're going to pretend like you don't know why I'm here?"

"Who are you?" He whimpered, trying to scramble away. He had ruined her life all those years ago and never spared her another thought. She was the one who had been forced to live with his actions all of those years ago. She'd never forgotten that night, yet he'd been here, living a guilt-free life with no repercussions whatsoever. I don't think so, she thought quietly. A life for a life. That was the price he'd pay. 

"You don't remember me?" She hummed. His eyes drifted to the knife in her hands, the one she now spun around with a lethal calmness. "I must say, I'm hurt."

"I'm sorry," he pleaded, but she'd be willing to bet he hadn't even known what he was apologizing for. It was a last ditch effort to save himself. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry." He was crying now. Sobbing, actually. Begging her over and over again to spare him. I made a mistake. Please, I'll do anything. That was what they all said at the end of it, right before she drove that knife into her mark. It was amazing to see what people were willing to admit before death, what they'd be willing to do in order to stay alive. She knew what it was like first hand. 

She carefully reached up toward her neck, tugging the ski mask off her face. The man below her had already been pale, but she second that she looked down at him, his face drained of all colour. The second that he made contact with those grey-blue eyes, he knew that his begging was useless. Because she had finally come to pay her retribution after all those years. 

"It's you," he said through a sob. "I'm sorry," he apologized, over and over. "I'll do whatever you want, please," he begged, still squirming under her foot. Her eyes trailed down his body, to the wet stain that began to cover the front of his trousers, and her face softened as she smirked. 

"Anything?" She questioned, cocking her head to the side. He nodded rapidly, the hope flickering across his face for a moment as he nodded his head. "A-Anything," he agreed. 

"Good," she mused. She leaned down slowly, until her face was a mere few inches above  him. "I want you to go to hell," she whispered, and the man below her let out the most animalistic scream she'd ever heard. 

And then, he went completely silent.

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A/N: 
hello, readers....
I wanted to make a disclaimer here to say that this book will contain dark and mature themes such as blood, gore, murder, etc. This book is an unsub x spencer fic, which I can acknowledge is not everyone's cup of tea. The FMC in this book is unhinged and morally grey (that is the whole point of her character). If you do not like that, then I suggest reading no further. 

I also wanted to make a disclaimer saying that I, in no way shape or form, condone murder. this is merely a work of fiction, and i am merely exploring writing a "morally grey" character, even if I do not agree with her actions. But, like I said, this is fiction, meaning it is not real, or based on true events. This is a dark romance.

I will not be making another disclaimer like this again, so once again: please read at your own risk.