EVANORA
Life ain't fair for people like me. People who are female and have been rapped, worked like
slaves, quite typical that men think we're their pretty little dolls. In a world like mine I rule, I
am the queen. I am no daughter of a king nor am I a mafia capo's daughter but I made my
mark and now I rule.
Santiago, "Correlza…"
Santiago glared at me looking all terrified. I love the fear and he wreaked of fear all over
him.
"speak."
"the Canadian mafia burned down your factory."
"with you alive?"
Barrista was a funny man actually, using such tactics to tick me off. Burning down my
factory for what, to ignite some sort of flame. I lit the cigarette and dragged slowly puffing
out a slow huff as I gulped down the whiskey that was left on my glass.
"I don't like mistakes Santiago."
I took my knife, standing up each step heavy with anticipation, enjoying every trickle of
sweat and fear that emitted the air between the both of us.
Slowly I let the knife sink into his hand and he growled in pain.
"mistakes are inevitable, pain is not. You know that!"
I stabbed him multiple time's even when he was dead enjoying the blood that flowed out of his
body and his lifeless eyes that were wide open lingering with the fear he had before he died.
Death was a wonderful feeling it should be embraced. People who make mistakes don't deserve
to live because someone else has to pay for their deeds.