14 Cards

(On hold)
14 cards.
A simple, trained assassin and agent on roll.
She has no clue about what she's doing.
Anger, Powerless, violence, murder, stealing, seducing, escaping, protecting all things she had to use to escape her invisible prison.
Everything was taken away as she disobeyed, leaving her in guilt and alone in crowd.
A journey of cards not some simple one but those which costed her everything.
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"Guilt, A guilt is something you can't run from, it would eat you slowly and steadily; leaving you in such position that even your tears trick you from seeing the world. Happiness would only bring a second timing spark but guilt is a permanent house even if someone makes it go. It won't Uncle Philly, it won't make it's way out until you realise things are upturned and shattered. That's what I can feel now. A powerhouse of guilt." She shouted in empty warehouse, making her voice echo on reflecting flat walls.

[The story has usage of violent words, more scenes enacted of fights, mentioned of arms and weapons which can harm one's reading view. So it's kindly recommended that readers would select their reading parts carefully. And mostly enjoy reading as I enjoyed writing.]