"Their favourite sin"

"Their favourite sin"

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She wasn't born a Valefor. But the day her bare feet touched the blood of her slaughtered family, she became theirs. She didn't scream. She stared. And the devil who killed them smiled- and took her home. Now she lives locked behind gold and shadow, the possession of the most feared family alive. The Valefors. Monsters in flesh. Gods in name. The world fears them- but they worship her. The girl who should have died. The beauty too unreal to be free. Their mother is ice. Their father is death. Their sons kiss her like a prayer and a curse. Not with love- with ownership. She breathes because they let her. She stays because she has nowhere to run. And if she tries? They'll burn the world to bring her back. Because she's not their daughter. Not their sister. She's their favorite sin. And sins, in the Valefor house, never get forgiven. Only kept. Forever.
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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