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"It was wild to think that maybe I could be normal, wild to think that maybe I had left this dangerous lifestyle," I murmured, taking a shot as I turned around only to find the gun pointed to my head.

"You should know by now, love. No one ever escapes..." he said. I once believed that I was his and he was mine but now look at him, a fool with no conscience. 

Or maybe I had lost mine...

"You better aim right and not miss because if you don't... I will kill you myself." I whispered, taking a seat and watching him with a teasing smile.

I knew for a fact that I would never miss.

A young woman on the rise, living a life that most can only dream of. Having no one but her colleagues from childhood. Dreams can only fathom reality until a taste of desire and love changes the rise. 

Having been betrayed, broken, rejected, and lost. Unico finds her purity stained with blood but no regret. In cuffs but no denial. Being sentenced, to tell the truth, therapy may be the only redemption. 

Unico Thora hopes to find a balance between the past and the present as she figures out the lead to her downfall.

Her Minds Instinct

By your thigh not wrist dummy they'll see it

Someone took your razor! can you hear the laughs listen or no it's the baby did you feed the baby!? Lucy! where's the damn baby...wait no the baby is in you, you didn't give birth. he killed my baby! He's gonna kill me!

Wait no the razor! Where's the razor!

"I'm looking for it, I can't find it! Someone took it!" I answered. She rampaged through the drawers, searching with haste. Jumping to the next everytime she couldn't find what she looked for. The drawers having been pulled with such force, that they were ripped from their hinges.

You so stupid you can't even find the motherfucking razor!

Chapter Thirty-Two: Past: Lucy's Killer Confession