Natasha woke up with a splitting headache. She placed her in her head sitting upright on the bed and looked around, she was in her bedroom, or at least the room that she had come to recognize as hers for about a week now.
Natasha recalled the event that transpired the previous night and her mind went blank remembering that we had killed someone. She recalled how petrified she was after doing the deed but thinking of it right now she could not bring herself to feel the fear that she felt last night after killing him.
Now she thought he deserved to die. He wanted to take advantage of her, to harass her, sexually and physically. If he did have his way or had Reaper not shown up in the nick of time he wouldn't have hesitated to prey on her and many more innocent and naive girls.
She felt bad to have had her hands soaked in blood but it was going to happen sooner or later, it didn't matter when as long it gets the job done.
