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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

They were the exact representation of how free Unico hoped to be in some days, which oddly seemed to become everyday. They were above all their worries and could easily glide on about with their lives.

They didn't need to provide shade or change or bend to the will of others, no they were free and the moment one was hurt. They would easily express themselves and it would easily affect others and they would all come together and cry.

Odd, that was like the mafia, her family which she seemed to never want to be open to. When one was hurt, all would be easily offended and it would take time for one to see clearly without any emotions blinding them.

Chapter Hundred & Fifty-Seven: Past: Misty Reality