"Help me, please..."
The girl was strapped to a chair. She was tied up in all places. Scratches and wounds marked her arms, legs, neck and torso. Her hair covered her face but you can still see the bruises and tears adorning it. She looked... pitiful.
Suddenly, a loud cry was heard in the room. The poor girl was shot in the leg.
"SHUT UP!"
Yelled the woman who entered the room. Dressed in all black, with a mask on her face and her hair tied up in a ponytail, the woman aimed a gun at the girl's forehead. The woman chuckled. It was an action that made the girl tremble and squirm.
"Why are you doing this?!"
The girl screamed, bitter tears fell from her tear-stained eyes. Her lips quivered. She put every last ounce of her strength into that scream. The girl was exhausted. The woman merely laughed.
"Why? Oh, such an innocent flower...It is to keep the balance in our class my dear Xio."
The girl's eyes widened. She wanted to run. She wanted to shout for help. She wanted to warn the others. She wanted to escape and live another day. But the girl knew it was impossible. She couldn't do anything. The girl closed her eyes and held her breath. This was it.
The woman smiled behind her mask and moved the gun directly above the girl's heart.
"Goodbye, Xiomara Everleigh."
She pulled the trigger.
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Power 35
Mystery / ThrillerThey go by many names. The cream of the crop. The best of the best. The top of all classes. The special section. The Power 35. All of them almost seem perfect. With their flawless faces and grades, people won't hesitate the ground they walk on. We...
