Belle silently walked forward, clutching the blade in her hand and hardly flinching as the blade cut into her skin.
For years she had been a slave, passed through families from the age of 9 and now, finally, she would be free of that torture and degradation.
She kept her footsteps light and quick, praying to whatever being that listened. It was so close, just a few more steps and Belle could finally have revenge, spill blood that compensated for her injuries like the scar that ran up her thigh.
Never would she run or be afraid again.
She lunged forward to dig the blade into the man's side when he turned and Belle's heart gave a lurch.
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Dusk Kaira Deverauz is the outsider, the weird one. Teased consistently every day and fighting back still. Everyone treats her like a freak so she acts like one and though she can't do it all the time she will throw punches at her enemies, getting h...