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

Our bodies heaved as we continued to push ourselves in the forest, running as far and as deep as we could in the darkness. The cold chased after us as though attached to the heels of our souls, like monsters it caused the fear within us to ignition the adrenaline.

How far would be too far? Where would we find solace? And would death come knocking at our doorsteps and rob us of the life we still had to live? Sabotaging us of the little we desired and the life we could have had… we desired freedom but death desired us.

We had all scattered as soon as we heard the gun, pushing ourselves deeper into the forest, not caring that we barely had any clothing on. The darkness gloated creating an illusion that we were in an arena and the stars bright being loud in their own special way.

Chapter Hundred & Seven: Past: Nightmares (One)