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

<p>Her body was relaxed as she breathed in and out. Her hand constantly tightening on my thumb just to ensure that I was there, even though her eyes were shut from the world. Her hair braided to keep from invading her face or trying to irritate her, not wanting to be woken up by her hair or finding unwanted tangles. Tangles and knots… the very enemy of hair.</p>

<p>Unico held her in her arms, slowly rubbing her hand on her back as her other hand wasn't available. Even though she was back she didn't know how to adjust to reality easily. She had gotten used to the uncomfortable bed, the bells, and the sound of the guard's boots. Walking up and down, creating a pattern that easily caused the prisoners to sleep.</p>

Chapter Two: Hundred & Twenty-One: Present: Connect The Beginning And The End (Part One)