❝ 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐞 ❞ - 𝐁𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

They say fate is like a red string binding you into something unknown, the word that people refer to as destiny. Events in your life occur that make you question your existence and even the people around you. You stand at the same place again and yet you are unaware of what awaits you.

That is what she thought as she saw her reflection in the mirror, her hands and legs tied with wine red ribbons above her head. A black collar decorated her neck and it had some initials written on it in red. She didn't fail to recognize them. "MGT" Memories came flooding back to her as the wine dripping down her neck and collarbones send shivers down her spine. The liquid felt hot against her skin and she could feel it trailing down her abs and legs.

"Nostalgic, isn't it?", She finally heard the familiar voice and could hear the footsteps coming closer as she finally saw him standing in front of her.