The world seemed pretty forgiving and melodious until she fell into the clutches of darkness.

Humans under the veil of impressionable past often love to believe how fucked or crazy they are. They are going as far as comparing themselves with villains from different books and movies.

Valarie was one such person. She claimed to be the embodiment of evil and dark until she saw how dark and brutal real evil could be.

There is no forgiveness. No love. No light.

The only thing prevailing is pure evil.

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"Get down on your knees, love."

A cry of pain echoed throughout the room.

"No... please no,"

"Oh, so she disagrees," a different voice spoke with humour laced in his tone.

A round of chuckles bounced along the walls of the darkroom.

In the centre of the room stood a shivering petite girl.

With her hands tied behind her back, she was practically immobile as blood dripped from numerous whip marks that were littered all across her body.

Three men circled her like a hungry predator, waiting for the right time to pounce.

"She disagrees, what to do now, hmm?" The third and final man asked in an airy voice, looking at the ceiling, while the other two looked at each other and shrugged.

"It's simple, isn't it? She betrayed us, and she won't be of any further use. Dispose of her.

"No, no, no, I will do anything you want... please... I am ready, don't please-"

"You get only one chance, love."

"Don't PLEASE,"

"Oh Christ! Someone shut her up."

"Stephan?"

With slow, lazy steps, he walked towards the crying, shaking girl and smiled.

"In this life, love, there are no second chances."

Those were the last words she ever heard before the sound of the gun went off.

And the only thing remained behind; A dead body, as the laughing figures of three men faded into darkness.

~

...thoughts? Lol.