The sun was shining bright, light diluting my irises as I glanced up at the sun. A bright, fiery ball of fire, out of reach.
A moan pierced my thoughts as I looked back at the body. He wasn't dead yet. I approached him, ignoring his whimpers, pleading like a dog.
"Please, let me go." His voice raspy, "I can give you anything. Money, drugs, anything."
That's how it always started. Begs running futile, turning into curses.
"Monster." They'd shout, and then I'd snap their neck. Turning away, I left the body at the edge of the forest for the police to find.
I drove away, my car parked a few blocks away so as to hide from any security cameras. The drive was slow, traffic filling the road, and it gave me time to think.
Today, I dealt with a man named Cornell Rosin, the last piece of the puzzle. He was a leading transporter, responsible for thousands of children smuggled across states into the hands of men like Billy. Most importantly, he was the one to have transported my sister, delivering her at multiple addresses and stripping her of a sense of home.
I finally entered the forest, parking my car deep within the woods so as to ward off any nosy people.
Yanking off my gloves, I digged them in the rich soil of the forest. The police would surely have found the body by now, the sun dipping in the sky.
It was getting dark as I returned home, slipping through the backdoor to my study and rushing to get ready for dinner.
"One day," I muttered to myself, "She will understand. She has to."
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