Serial_seresposa

"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

"So by instinct, I balanced my ass on the SUV and said, shot her but make sure not to miss because she'll kill you herself. This boy cocks his weapon and shoots her shoulder.

I pull the girl on my side to me and wring her neck, taking the gun. Shot like three others by the time I turn for Huitaca the other five is down except for the one that shot her. I've never seen a woman so angry in my life and my mom was a strict evil woman.

But Huitaca was something else… she dragged the boy's body, literally tied a rope around his neck, and shot his shoulder. she walks back to the car and writes a note and places it on the boy's chest. Then gives me a sinister look before giving me dashing smile and pulls the rope.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Past: Failed Suicide notes