ANGEL BE DAMNED

⋆༺𓆩 PROLOGUE 𖤍 METALLIC 𓆪༻⋆

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Metallic. The bittersweet taste had become all too familiar, the sting from the cut on her cheek only making the tears flow more freely, an unending sensation. She couldn't even muster the strength to lift her head anymore.

'So close. So damn close,' she thought. Young, dumb, and naive—that's what she was, believing she was finally free. Free from them, free from the pain, the murder, all of it. Only to be cornered by him. The one man she truly feared.

The room was cold as she slumped against the wall where she had been thrown. The man stood away from her, not even bothering to glance in her direction. He was simply waiting, waiting for his next order, as he always did.

"You gave us quite a run for our money, Angel." The thick Russian accent she had come to despise invaded her ears, causing her to wince. "I hope it was worth every penny," she retorted, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper. The man chuckled before glancing at the one who had retrieved her.

"Put her to sleep."

The last thing she felt was the cold metal of his arm before everything went black.