Femme Fatale

"Why did you let him go? You're such a stupid little brat!"

"He was going to kill me! I swear I won't let this happen ever again!"

She shakes her head and I see her hand clutching a black object which she is pulling out from her blue, washed out jeans.

"You're going to die either way."

"No mum, please!" A tear slips down my face and I close my eyes.

I suddenly hear sirens in the distance and my mother turns around.

"You called them didn't you?!"

"I promise, I didn't!"

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That was the day I learnt promises meant nothing.

To repent was to be weak.

To stop was to die.

To love was to dismantle.

I'm a femme fatale, an assassin... and my job is to:

Seduce And Destroy.