Prologue

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No. What have I done?  Lisa's question hung in the air, a line of thought that she never wanted an answer to.

The cat, torn to pieces, laid dead on the ground beside Lisa's feet. Blood slithered from the open wounds on the cat's stomach. The wounds Lisa caused with a knife now clutched between her fingers tightly.

It wasn't the sight in front of her that terrified her to no end. No, it was the fact that Lisa loved the feeling she felt after inflicting such evil on the poor animal. And she wanted more...more, more, MORE!

The eight year old girl rushed back into the small cottage, a place she will never, ever call home. She was glad her father wasn't there when she scattered to her room and fished out her diary.

She spent the rest of her day writing down her thoughts. And later that night, she burned the notebook along with the cat.


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