They say that when you kill someone, you'll feel pity, regret or maybe overwhelming remorse. But when I killed him, I felt absolutely nothing. I only gazed vacantly at the relentless gush of blood streaming from his neck and laughed bitterly at his pain. The ones who knew me- they called me a monster. A villain who tortured her own loved one. After all, they only saw the manipulated lie; they were blind to the dark truth hidden from the eye. Cover made by flashpoint2. Thank you so much! :)