Waiting for the Right Time to Kill

She stood in Gibson's room, the fear of what was to come seemed to consume her bit by bit. Gibson leered at her, making her feel like she was just an object. She wanted to hide from his gaze.

With a smirk on his face, he told her, "Strip."

With that began her eight years of hell.

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Lilith woke up from her nightmare with a start, her body trembling all over. She was drenched in sweat.

She tried to calm her breathing and her heartbeat. That nightmare scared her more than any other did. The nightmare of the day she got married to that monster. It tortured her more than the others. She felt so helpless as she watched her younger self smiling happily having no clue of what would happen to her.

She placed her palm on her forehead and fell back on the bed.

"It's okay," she whispered to herself."He won't live for long anyway."

Then she began to giggle, softly at first and then more loudly, until she was laughing like a maniac.

"He won't, I'll kill him soon."

She pushed herself up and stretched her body.

"Good morning Lilith" she told herself. "Today's going to be fun."

The day she had planned for three years for was finally going to be executed.

She had finally been able to make that man not call his friends over to his villa near the capital giving him the excuse that she wanted to spend more time with her 'handsome' husband.

Just telling that to him made her want to puke. She was kinda surprised he didn't understand the sarcasm behind her words, but then again he was a stupid man who only knew how to think with the lower part of his body.

She would have to act like a woman who could not even lift a glass of water on her own and he was her world, because that was the kind of woman he liked.

She dressed in a close-fitting white dress that honestly looked like it would tear at a touch. It was translucent in some places, the places she wished she could just cover up.

"Waiting for the right time to kill him honestly feels like I'll be waiting forever." she grumbled setting her hair into an elegant bun.

Sighing, she headed downstairs to the man she was going to kill.