Willow's POV
After letting out some steam, I felt something approaching. It felt dark, cold and smelt of pure darkness. Being my oh so nice self I heightened my senses and let my reflexes take control of my movements. Once I regain my control I came face to face with the one person that throws fuel in my raging fire of furry, he sent my anger levels to the sky and without noticing I landed a slap across his face and let it fill the room with it's satisfing sound.
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Welcome to my life
RandomI was abused by my mom for so long. My dad left me with my mother. After growing so much hatred for her the desire to kill placed smiles on my face. This is my life and how I became an assassin.
