Description
Time, it's the only thing that I don't have. Should I love you, forgive you or kill you. The way your blood decorated the floor making a beautiful mess, I must commend you child. You are a piece of art, far from my reach and that is puzzling, I am a killer, a person. It is in my blood to taint your every being. Should I let you go? Should I break you? Should I kill you? Watching as you suffer the same fate as my self. No! Let's think rationality. Hehe, I am no Saint or god so why should I stop. A system became a tool in her hands, to destroy everything that is beautiful in her eyes. No one can escape the sight of a predator, a killer. There is no shame in her job. She walks on the world with a high head. No guilt, I mean why should she. It's not her problem. The world will just have to accommodate her power. A Donna without a king, she was a queen with a crown, no need for men. All she needs is her wits to survive. •••• Let's join her on her path. It may be bloody. Disturbing at most and black. But a person has to be something in life. Why can't she be a psycho.
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