Chapter 1
She breathes...
We all breathed air when we were born.
But, she breathed vengeance when she came to the world.
A devil disguise as an ordinary woman with a powerful name, she used for vengeance.
A woman you see in the streets, hiding her face, dressed in all black as her soul, once the eye contact happens you wish it never did. When you pass through the dangerous alley you see her silhouette shaped like the perfect woman of your dreams. Yet, under the spell of deep and soothing voice, you get closer only revealing the perfect woman with large dragon wings and perfectly shaped horns.
~This may be the end of you~
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-Present day-
-Third person POV-
Thoughts filled her head as she punched the punching bag. Home alone, again. Growing tired of not having freedom because of her boyfriends reputation. She thought she had freedom once she got her abusive parents out of her life when she was sixteen. Falling deep in love with the man she thought was the one. Four years with him but these pass two years felt that she has been lied to. She never believed in love, yet everything changed when she met Alexander. Now everything she had with Alex has vanished this pass two years.
A person not good with words tried to talk her feelings to Alexander but it wasn't successful for her. She didn't wanted to depend on her boyfriend anymore, living in his mansion and only being able to go out to buy clothes when needed.
All she wanted is to be loved for once and not play with her feelings. She wanted to see her friends that were the only ones who made her smile. It has been five months of her planning her escape.
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-Lia's POV-
Rage pored out of me as I punched the punching bag. Repeating my escape plan in my mind, I have a reason to start a new life. Eight months ago I found out that my aunt is pregnant while being in jail. My aunt was the only one who supported me when I was young. There is no other family we know and my aunt doesn't want to lose her daughter in the adoption center. Yet she is in London, my hometown. I offered myself to adopt her daughter once she's born.
After my daily time in gym I made my way to the bathroom in my room. I looked at myself in the mirror and losing control I punched it creating a big crack and making my fist continually bleed. My left hand moving to the drawer taking out scissors, I proceeded to cut my hair to my necks length. Then I use my blood from my hand and I proceeded to write "We are no more" in the mirror.
After taking a cold shower I changed to black jeans, boots and a black shirt. I blow-dry my hair and put a mask covering half of my face and bringing the hood up my head covering my hair. As I finish preparing myself for my escape, I take my backpack there are no guards inside the house.
