*In process of editing*
Megan's POV
That night, Grayson asked me if I could tell him the rest of my story. The story that made me who I am today. I was hesitant at first, but knew that I had to tell him some day. But did I really want that day to be today?
We were both sat, crisscrossed, on the bed as we stared into each others eyes.
"He did unthinkable things to me. He took things that were meant for someone special. Someone who I would have loved and someone who would have loved me.
These jobs that I have done, were mainly just his dirty work. For most of them, He made me dress up as a slutty ass bitch, and use my body in ways no 15 year old girl would even think of.
I would have to lure them away from the crowd, then take them to their death. He turned me into a fucking monster, Grayson. He took away everything that was special to me.
A year ago, I was involved in something big. I don't know if you remember seeing on the news, but it was me. I was the one who broke into the bank. I was the one who stole the money. I was the one who caused innocent people to lose their lives. All because of Him.
Sometimes, he would just dump me off at some randoms house.
If he owed anyone anything, he would use me as payment.
My father was in the middle of a huge operation when he was killed. Apparently, he was on the verge of this case that would have ended Him. He was murdered before he could complete it.
I had tried to contact my father, that's how He found me.
That was the first time I ever experienced such unbearable pain.
He refused to take me to the hospital as I had a stab wound on my upper thigh, where my tattoo is.
I tried to cover it because whenever I would look at it, the horrid memories always came flooding back."
A tear dropped from my eye. Grayson wiped it away and held my hands in his.
"The last job I did, I-I was held hostage for 3 weeks. I was stuck in this dark room. I was given food and water once every 3 days. The people who had me, didn't want to kill me. They just wanted to torture me.
I killed them. I killed them all. If I hadn't, I would still be there now.
He never came to help me, but as soon as I was free, He found me again.
The other morning, He returned. That's why I couldn't go home. I knew he was coming because I heard my mother talking about it. She was just laughing as she told this weird man how He was coming back for me. She is no mother of mine.
This new job would have been the worst of them all.
I guess i've followed in my fathers footsteps. I've become the best. That's why he won't let me go."
I paused and looked up at Grayson. His eyes were red and I could see him fighting back the tears.
"That's why I'm putting an end to this. Too many people have suffered. Too many people have lost their lives.
I don't know how I'm gonna do it. I just know I can't do it alone. I need to find people to join me. People to realise that this man does not deserve to live. He had no right to just take innocent people's lives,
and I won't let him do it anymore."
I said, disgust tracing my voice as I thought of all the things He has done.
"I'm in" Grayson said. I just looked at him.
"Grayson, I can't let you do tha-"
"No. I don't care what you say. You are not doing this alone." Grayson cut me off.
"Grayson, you can't even stop me from punching you in the face" I said as I grabbed his face and ran my finger over his black eye.
"How do you think you're gonna be able to kill a man without hesitation." I said as I pulled his face close to mine.
"I'll do anything for you, Megan."
