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

"Thank you for feeding my wife, she probably ran feeling as though she wasn't getting enough food In our mansion." The man said boredly.

Unico's body trembled as she caught sight of him despite his choice to sit in the darkest part of the room. She had hoped they had disappeared, hoped they wouldn't check each room as she had barely spoken or even made a noise but it seems as though every time she tried to get further away from him, he always made a move to jump three steps ahead.

His endurance and adrenaline to chase after her filled the pits of her stomach with fear and she didn't know what would be wise anymore. She had tried hiding to many times, tried following his rules and making sure to not question him about the perfume he smelled of every time he returned home from work.

Chapter Hundred & Eighty-Eight: Past: Vows