Pieces of me

❝Burn with me, love. He isn't coming back.

Let's go spend eternity with each other.

in hell. ❞

Freedom...that's what they promised me. Liars.

Society is nothing but hypocrites setting social standards for other hypocrites.

They told me I was guaranteed a life free from the anguish and judgment of the world. I joined the phoenix mafia when I was nine. It wasn't a life I chose. It was a matter I never had a choice in. But at the end of the day, everyone needs some trauma to be interesting...or at least be funny.

I don't regret anything. I never looked back at the lives I took or the blood I spilled; it was easier that way. But when you've been doing this for as long as I have you learn how to have fun with it.

This was my life now and I've accepted that...but is there more to life than just killing to survive? My squad was designed to eliminate anyone who poses a threat to the Phoenix mafia. It's what I was molded to do. So do I keep living life by what I already know or seek a life far away from this hell hole? Do I keep surviving here with Kai or find a better future with Anansi?

Do I want my freedom that badly?

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Trigger warnings
Blood
Abuse
Smut
S.A
Gore
etc...
Rated for a mature audience. plz, don't read if any of these things trigger you.