Eyes of a Killer; Prologue

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"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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