"I-I m-made a m-mistake... P-please... l-let me go... I-I'll n-never do it again," he sobbed, his body trembling. But his pleading only seemed to strengthen her resolve. She took a slow step closer, her expression as cold as stone.
"That wasn't a mistake," she said, her voice rising. "THAT WAS A CHOICE! A FREAKING CHOICE! " she screamed, her face twisted with rage.
She reached down and picked up a jagged shard of glass from the floor, its sharp edge gleaming faintly in the dim light. The man began to scream before she even moved.
"N-No! P-Please! No!" he wailed, shaking uncontrollably.
Without hesitation, she brought the glass down across his chest, slicing through his flesh. Blood spilled from the fresh wound, pooling on the floor. She didn't stop. Over and over, she slashed, her movements precise and relentless. His screams echoed off the walls until they turned into broken, gurgling cries.
"Does it hurt?" she hissed, her voice low and venomous. "Good. You deserve every second of this."
Warning - G!P ( Becky)
She was a specter, a ghostly figure shrouded in darkness. Her eyes had lost their sparkle, her heart its beat. She existed solely to carry out her missions, her soul long since sold to the highest bidder. The world had taken everything from her, leaving behind only a hollow shell.
But then, she saw her. A vision in blonde, a ray of sunshine in a world gone mad. For the first time in years, something stirred within her. A spark of curiosity, a flicker of hope.
As their paths collided, the phantom's icy facade began to crack. The code she'd lived by for so long was challenged by the sudden, inexplicable appearance of feelings. Emotions she thought were long dead and buried.
Now, she's faced with an impossible decision: follow her heart or adhere to her code. Will she choose the familiar comfort of her shadowy existence or take a chance on love and redemption? The fate of her soul hangs in the balance.
What will happen when the killer falls for her target?