**** READ 'ON THE ROCKS' BEFORE 'WITH A TWIST'****
She gave up everything for the freedom of others.
She is their everything.
Need I say more?
Started: 26/5/24
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I hate my birthday.
As soon as the clock struck midnight, I felt rage creeping into my body.
Sitting at my laptop in the warehouse office, my fingers angrily type away a passive-aggressive email to one of our suppliers.
I've always hated my birthday, basically since I was non-consensually born into this fucking world.
As soon as my finger hits send, I stand up from my chair, pushing it to the back of the room with force. I storm out of the office and head down to the basement, desperate to find a poor soul to unleash my fury on.
My feet carry me down to the last cell on the block. Nodding to the guard, he opens the steel door for me, an evil grin spreading on my lips when I see the person huddled up on the worn mattress in the corner of the room.
Their head lifts up, fear in their eyes as they see my silhouette peaking into the dark room.
Stepping in, I flick on the light and slam the door behind me, letting the noise ricochet through the air, along with my silence.
They let out a cry, pressing themself back into the wall for protection.
Too bad nothing will protect them from me.
"Carlos," I growl, clenching my fists at my side. I'd already stripped my blazer and shirt, fully prepared for where this was going.
"Theo, no," he cries out as I take a step forward, my breathing heavy.
I stay quiet, letting my footsteps towards him do the talking.
He shrivels into himself, his normally untouchable aura now quivering and helpless.
Pulling the metal chair to the middle of the room, it scrapes along the floor leaving a hideous sound in its path.
"Sit," I point to it, cracking my knuckles and neck as I watch him scamper over to it. The fear in his eyes only urges me on.
"Why are you here?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
I want it to be burnt into his mind. His sins the last thing he remembers as the life drains from his body at my hands.
"Theo, please don't do this," he begs, his legs and arms pressed together to try and protect himself.
"Why. Are. You. Here?" I grit out, not liking having to repeat myself.
I pull my knife out of my back pocket, twirling it in my hand lazily.
"I betrayed you," he says, his voice barely above a shaking whisper.
I lunge forward and stab his thigh, smiling as I see the blood rush out. He lets out a scream, but it falls on deaf ears.
"You did. Remind me how," I stand up again, twirling the bloody knife.
