Kill Kill

 Oh, hello. This is going to be kind of a twisted book that I've been thinking about. I just needed to put it down in words but, tell me if it's okay or if you like it. I honestly don't think it's going anywhere but, at least I'm trying. 

Enjoy.

Prologue

"Help me!' she pleaded. She screamed, thrashed, fought, and jerked all around the silver chains that kept her wrists chained together. Mascara ran down her plump cheeks along with the river of salty tears  that her doe eyes formed. Barefoot she lay on the cold raunchy ground, praying to whom ever shall hear her soft cries of pity. She wallowed in her anguish as it's become similar to a second skin onto her. 

I watched her.

I sat down and watched my beautiful masterpeice unfold. She was crumbling in front of my glaring eyes. Just like I had imagined. It was a glorious feeling; the sheer power that I posessed in the presence of my girls. Sooner or later, they all cracked. 

"Please," she finally croaked at me. "I didn't do anything to anyone! I'm innocent!" Her melodolic voice turned sour as she snarled out the words to me. She had commenced a laugh from me. It was sinister. Then, I stood up to my full height above her trembling frame. 

"Isn't that the problem with all of you ladies? Innocence," I snorted, "It's merely a trickery of your minds. No one is innocent. No one is ever INNOCENT!" I snapped. How dare she say such things to my face?

She's just like them, she's just like all of them. She's just another victim. She's perfect, she's never done anything wong, she's golden, she's the love of my life. She's everything you're not, she has everything that everyone wanted and needed. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. Die.

And die she did.

Just like the rest.

Just like the all the rest.