Behind Enemy Lines

Behind Enemy Lines

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Veena woke up early on a sunday morning with no idea that the events that would follow up was going to alter her very existence and set her on a path that would not only change her life but that of her family forever. Veena Adeyemi is a second year chemistry student in the university with very good grades. she has always been a dedicated church goer and a very obedient person. she's never strayed from the good path her parents put her on. Sam Okoye who's her boyfriend is a fourth year medical student that is also very reserved and studious. Veena was home on holiday in her fathers lush mansion, she was asleep on this very cold Sunday morning at 3am when she heard a loud noise at the door, some masked gunmen had broken into the house and proceeded to hold her family at gunpoint. Mr Adeyemi was being questioned about some business dealings and the lead gunman has his glock 19 9mm semi automatic pistol pointed at him. He was then dragged into his bedroom where they heard some shots fired followed by screams from Veenas mum. The gunmen ran out and screeched away in their getaway car. This was the morning that Veena's life changed forever.
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I lift my hand, holding my pistol to his chest, hovering over his heart. He stares at me, emotions spilling out of him. Emotions I can't decipher. He leans closer, the tip of the barrel pressing into his skin, just above his heart. "Do it," he whispers, inches from my face. I hold his gaze, while his hands snake under my shirt, grazing my skin. "I dare you," he lowers his voice, so gently, "Shoot me." My finger curls around the trigger, an inch from pulling it. I glare into his eyes, "You're a fucking monster," I whisper. He nods, "I know." "You kill without remorse," I spit. "I know." "I hate you," My finger screams at me to pull the trigger. "I know." "I'm disgusted by you." "I know," he inhales, letting his forehead rest against mine. His gaze falls to my lips, "If you want me dead, then kill me, pull the trigger." - It's no longer a question. My morals are gone, leaving nothing but a monstrous killing machine. Any hope for some sort of sympathy, some regard for life is nonexistent. I want death. I want to be the bringer of death, and the essence of slaughter. - Rhea Windsor, the newest ruler of Ovantasa after her parents- the former king and queen were assassinated. Her mind is in the pits of despair guided by vengeance, leaving nothing but a body of handcrafted slaughter and within that madness, she comes across a man made for killing. The ruthless killer known as Elijah Anton, who forces her to turn her back on her morals and grip on sanity. What happens when she realizes she wasn't as innocent as she thought and teeters on a heart of purity and blinding hate? When perfect becomes unattainable and her flaws take its place? - [𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆] THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREME GRAPHIC CONTENT AND IS NOT MADE FOR A LIGHT READ - *COMPLETE & FULLY EDITED*

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