**dont ask me to translate i don't let people translate anything I looked at the beautiful girl in my bloodstained arms, who was staring at me with wide eyes. They screamed fear and were begging me to end it quickly. But the thing is, I didn't want to kill her. I stroked her hair with my claws and sent her a ghastly smile. I don't know why but I wanted to just hold her more and be with her. I don't understand. I shouldn't be feeling like this. I'm not a nice person. I'm a killer. "Killer" is under full copyright and copying or posting on other profiles of websites will not be permitted. Please do not steal my story idea or story itself. Unless I say you can, don't post this somewhere else. All rights reserved to me, Kris. "Killer" 2013 ©

Many people would say that our relationship is unhealthy and bizarre but we didn't care. We really loved eachother. He took care of me. He protected me. He respected me. He looked at me the way every girl would love to be looked at by a man. I met him at Grand Station during the summer. He wore a suit despite the heat. He wore an expression of lust and desire as he stared at me from a far. Never had a man made me feel so weak and confident with one stare. He was my weakness. So I ran away with him. I ran away from my life in New York, with this stranger. Never will I regret my decision. My name is Violet, and I'm Justin Bieber's submissive, though he prefers to call me his Princess.