There's a such thing called monsters. Not your stereotypical kind of monster, with two heads and wings. But the ones that look just like you; like us. They cover up their truth with expensive clothes and make up.
You may think we lurk in the shadows, waiting for the darkest time of night to strike. But in reality we live amongst you. We could be walking passed you on the street in broad daylight. Or we could be sitting at the bar next to you in the evening. We could even be laying next to you at night.
Some monsters were created to kill the innocent. Some were created to kill the evil. I was created to kill anyone I was ordered to kill. Innocent or not, I took their lives with no mercy, remorse, or regret. I'm the worst kind of monster, I have no humanity, nor a heart.
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The Sirens Game
Teen Fiction"I hated being called his Rosa. Every man that had me for a night was sure to remind me that I wasn't human anymore. I wasn't a person anymore. I mean how could I be? A person has a soul, and by that time I had already gave it up to the devil." Jade...
