Black Blood
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After being kidnapped a few months after birth, Skylar Salvatore was raised to be a cold, unforgiving killer. She was taught how to use a blade to cut through solid wooden logs and shoot a headshot with a bow from afar. Although she was raised to not give a flying fuck about anything, was punished in the most unpleasant way possible when she overstepped.
What happens one day when one of her kidnappers went a little too far when punishing her for disrespecting him? She kills him. One moment, he had just ripped her jeans off her legs and the next, his head was lying beside his lifeless body. One by one her kidnappers got less and the blood on her dagger grew. After killing her kidnappers, she sets out to find her real parents, but what she did not expect, was to find a few surprising pieces of information about her.
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Losing Faith (Hurt and confused)
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