There is two kinds of people in life.
Those who have feelings and those who gives no fucks about the meaning of the word.
Which are you?
Nazira Donatello can be both at times it just depends on who she's with, or what? She is handed everything a pr...
Routines are hard to forget when you are constantly reminding yourself what to do and how to do it. An alarm clock set to 8 am in the morning is a routine for normal people because you set it at night every single night to wake up, shut it off at 8 and continue with your day.
My routine was: wake up, feed my dogs, take a shower while singing a crazy head banging song, then barge into my dad's office with my dogs blasting music getting the girls riled up and my father kicking us out, I would then change into my everyday clothes and escape to the town where I could be my damn self.
I did this routine everyday and it was hard at times when my father would lock the door because he knew I was coming but skeleton keys are a bitch.
That used to be my routine everyday back home, Here is a very different situation:
I go to sleep
Wake up to huge men hovering over my small petite body
Get tied up and mouth taped shut
Carried to god knows where and placed in a dark room with the only source of light are his bitch ass orange eyes.
I laid awake underneath the covers hearing their huge footsteps hitting my hard floor they really need to be more quiet if they wanted to get me while I'm trying to sleep.
"I'm get her legs, you get her arms." One person said and the next thing I know is I'm being lifted with my own covers still on my head carried out the room. I don't bother to scream because well why! If no one is going to help you your just wasting air and your voice for what?
I forced my weight down trying to make myself heavier than I was hearing their grunts and comments were funny. I heard the door unlocked and I was out in the hallway ready to go meet the one and only asshole.
"Oh I can't wait to sink my teeth in her."
"yea I know the sheet lines outline her sexy curves man I'm going to dive in that."
WHAT THE FUCK.... NO NO NO
"Do you think he'll let us go after this?" One of them spoke in a whisper but guess what bitches I'm not sleeping.
"I doubt it so, maybe we can get back at him." My heart was starting to beat faster trying to figure out what they were talking about. It was all wrong on how they came into my room just lifted me up and carried me out, where was the duck tape and the silence of the dark room.
"Are you saying?"
"Only if you think so." Why do I have a feeling like they're talking about me.
"On the count of 3."
"1."
Fuck 3!
I threw myself to the ground falling in between the sheet trying to get out before they pinned me down, I pushed off on them feeling one's hand on my ankles. "Let go of me you asshole!"
I kicked him in the face with my free leg being released watching the other one take out a large knife for which I didn't care one bit at his weapon. They were going to do whatever they wanted to me because they were ordered to by him! Are they fucking insane.
"Woah! Come on beautiful take your best shot." I stood still looking over his whole sloppy form his hands were too high to make the knife hit me on impact and the way his face expression shown he was to cocky to actually win this fight.
"Ok, handsome." I walked up to him and he started to run at me swinging the knife missing with every swung he made it was like an older bully taking your candy situation but in this case he couldn't kill me if he tried harder.
"Come on, stay still bitch!"
"Whoa you don't have a nice attitude." I said still dodging from the blade.
"Shut up--." I kicked him back towards the wall feeling the grasp of someone's hands behind me holding my neck in place throwing me to the floor.
"Now let's shut you up." He stood over me and I just realized that he wasn't apart of this place he wasn't one of Beastys men. No dark emotionless expression just plain creepy insane eyes that strike to predator's and pedophiles.
"Oh you would like me to, huh?" I questioned.
"What did you say bitch."
"I said you would like me too, huh?" Mocking myself.
"How about you just shut up so I can get this over with." He bowed down moving closer to me crawling on his hands and knees.
"I'm good .... bitch!" I stood back up watching him on the floor kicking him in his face hearing the chattering sound of an object that fell to the ground.
"I swear I'm gonna--." He reached for his belt noticing a little hole in his little pocket.
"Your gonna what? Stand so fucking still if you breathe another breath I will shoot your motherfucking head off." I pointed the gun at his face smiling at how much control I was feeling and how heavy a gun really is.
"Your not going to shoot me girl."
"Your right." I sighed lowering the gun turning around shooting the other man behind me in the chest.
"WHAT THE HELL!!!" He screamed like a wuss.
"Yeah I agree what the hell! Who are you and what do you want from me!?" I pointed the gun lower than his face as he continue to try to push back away.
"Um? Please I wasn't going to do anything to you I was just given those words to say."
I gasped and almost screamed at the sight of a bullet hitting his head from behind watching his eyes go to the back of his head was terrible.
"Was that all you wanted? To see me kill someone, take someone's life away."
"You did what you had to." I threw the gun on the floor stepping over the body looking back at him standing alone with his dark orange eyes and his hands crossed over his hard chest. He smirked back at me turning the corner.
I didn't have to kill him but when I turned around my life didn't flash seeing him lunge at me with the blade that was so close to impale my back. I saw an enemy that was trying to take advantage of the opportunity that I gave him by turning my back.
I guess I'm a killer with actually blood on her hands ... I have him to thank for that.
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