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iii. mafia story

DO NOT STEAL AS I WILL BE PUBLISHING THIS SOON!! (Haven't thought of a story title yet ooops)

PROLOGUE

She didn't mean to kill him.

Her hair stood on end, a shiver raced down her spine and a lump came to her throat. But it was him. Even now, as she stared down at her craftmanship, you could tell clear as day it was him. Poverty and crime had not treated him well. Yet, was that her problem? Should she feel sorry for him as he slumped over the chair that he once sat laughing, mocking...violating.

He was a monster, he deserved it. He got what was coming to him. The slimy, greasy-haired leech. Nobody would miss him. He was nothing – but he was something. He was a human - was being the important word- as she dropped the knife she had once lashed out with. He was human. She took that away from him. Why did I do this? Who have I become? She thought.

She tried to convince herself that this is for the best. She was strong, stronger than ever. But if this is what strength and power felt like did she want to be apart of it? Yet, something inside of her...a tiny part that she's always hidden away her whole life, just...wanted...more and it felt so fucking good.