(Warning… this might start getting bloody, probably for a few chapters. Our girl is taking the next step in her life.)
I whimpered, I frigging, goddammit, whimpered in distress and the man sitting in front of me heard it. A smile appeared on his destroyed face reminding me of the cartoon version of Quasimodo that I had once watched. Except, you know, Quasi had a heart of gold and should have gotten the girl in the end.
But I digress, this fucker heard my whimper and now knew that I was having second, third, and even fourth thoughts about this. It was a well-kept secret that I always wanted to be a killer. I would let the darkness whisper to me in the dead of night about what I wanted to do to the people that upset me, that hurt me.
I loved dark romances where the female mc thought nothing about stringing up someone and executing them slowly, either for a perceived wrong or legitimate wrong.
