"Please show them to me, Liliana. I need to see them." He pleaded, gripping my face lightly with one massive, calloused hand. The other held my waist with an iron clasp. I whimpered.
I had never let anyone see them, nobody but the monster who put them there, as he refused to let me cover myself. To him, I was an animal, a sheep to the slaughter. He was the predator and I was the unlucky prey.
I had deemed my scars too personal a subject to share.
"B-but why? W-why do you need to see them? What g-good with it do?" I stammered weakly, inhaling the comforting scent of the man in front of me. His eyes turned down in sorrow and shame. How could I say no to him?
"I need to count how many times you've needed me and I wasn't there, only for you to be met with crushing disappointment. I need to know how many times I let you down. But, most of all, I need to see what that bastard did to you, so that I know how much I need to hate myself for ever getting distracted from finding you." He replied, sadness bleeding into self-hatred in his eyes as he begged me.
The cold, dark, lifeless eyes of a killer.
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So I'm trying to re-write my old story from my old account, because I found some hard copy pages, and I'm also trying to upgrade it into a better version. I'm really sorry this has taken me so long and I don't know how often I'll update it. I guess it'll depend on how many comments/reads this gets...
-Jess
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Eyes of a Killer
WerewolfLiliana's story is a difficult one. Orphaned at the young age of 5, she's uprooted her whole life so many times that she's stopped expecting any sort of permanency besides her abusive "father's" behavior. Until she meets Thaddeus.
