Yellow eyes. Blood shed. More bloodshed. And some drama. 
THAT is what it was at first. 

Then add witches to the mix and you have some messed up reality going on.

Target for a massacre.
Knives.
hit and runs
Kidnapping
Hostage

Crystal is a gem that grows in the midst of utter chaos directly aimed at her. 
A survivor's soul.
With more than enough lives involved in her business. Some good, some bad and some dead but kinda living too.

TARGET FOR DEMISE

The car finally came to a stop at some ancient ware house by the lake. I had no idea how long the ride was. My head was buzzing and I was having a hard time keeping me eyes open. 


Next thing I processed was being dragged out by my hair painfully. I bit my lip to stifle my screams as blood from my scalp started rolling down my forehead. These monsters want to turn me bold for crying out loud. 


I was dropped on the rough sand like a spoiled bag of meat. Hair-plucking meat head walked head of me into the house while silent meathead just stood beside me like a statue. He didn’t dare glance my way even for a second. 


I struggled into a sitting position meanwhile trying my best to keep my thighs together. My dress had already hiked up and I didn’t want any of these monsters getting ideas. 


Target practice