(Gonna be a bit of a short chapter.) The thought of torture was surged into my mind. It was addictive as cigarettes. I did not just want it; I needed it. Every night, we did it again, and again. They called us the "Masked Murderers." I did not kill; I directed the others on how and who they should kill. People were mostly scared of me, they never knew what would come from me. "Off with their head", was my catchphrase. After the dirty work was over, we ran out. "FUCK YEA!", I always said when we ran out.
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Abandoned
Teen FictionViolet moves to a new school and develops depression. Her father and mother abandoned her at a young age. So, she lives with her grandmother. People treat her badly and unkindly. But she meets a couple of guys and gals that would change her life aro...
