Bound by vengeance

DAVINAThe sweet smell of the strawberry sauce Grandma made is still strong when I walk into the kitchen, despite everything being clean and disinfected. She said that this is a special cake, because it is part of a large order that she received, and that the money would be used to rent a commercial space to start her bakery. Like an ant after candy, I follow my favorite scent until I trace the clear plastic container, emblazoned with your unique brand logo. That I made myself on my cell phone, on the marble bench that separates the part with the stove from the table we use for meals. I ask the exaggerated pink bow she puts on all her orders, and I read the name written in icing on top of the cake.Pryia.The middle sister of the owner of the hill.I knew she was having a birthday today, I was woken up by the fireworks display that her brother organized exclusively for today, but I didn't know that it was Grandma who was preparing all the sweets and cake, I thought that the order she

GUTEMBERG (Ghost) Every government has laws. Every crime has a purpose. Every society has rules. It's pure logic, we're just so obsessed with the idea of ​​freedom that we don't see the obvious. We are still the same. Turns out it's so much more, It's easy to pretend there's no control. The laws in the criminal world are simple, but here there is a crown, a prickly and bloody, an ammo belt under the head, and each decision is minimally thought out to cause the smallest impact. Which also means that the king's orders must be obeyed. I clear my throat, scratching the back of my neck as Timmy cleans his pistol. As if last night never existed. "Are you well?"he asks with a smile provocative on the lips, glad enough to make me opine how many times has he participated in torture. Many must be the answer. For someone like Timmy, born and raised in the community, episodes of violence come naturally. But no for me. I try not to look like I'm about to puke just looking at all the blood al

DAVINAThe blanket I chose earlier today, the same one I've been using since I was thirteen and welcomed as a favorite after Grandma confessed that she sewed it herself, barely covers the bed, leaving a third of the mattress exposed. The thing is, I refuse to change the blanket and get a new one.Even with the bedroom door locked, I can hear my parents arguing, every day they find a new reason to fight, even if the reason is something silly like leaving the orange peel in the sink. It's nonsense, we all know that Mom blames Dad for Pryia's departure. Another piece of nonsense. My sister has always hated this place and was going to leave sooner or later, it just happened to be soon enough to drive Mom crazy.I throw myself back on the bed, drowning among the lined pillows. My sister used to tease me about this as a child, pointing out how strange I was for having so many pillows around me that there was no room left for me on the mattress.The memory makes me look away, at her empty, t

GUTEMBERGMy eyes flick towards Timmy and I focus on the tattoo on his neck, it's just a number, an eight, but he's never explained the meaning to anyone. The two of us are having yet another argument over it, his little protégé and my newest obsession.If he only knew what I know about his little darling."You're the one who keeps talking about her. "I reply, and his jaw clenches. He's one step away from hitting me in the face, the only thing stopping him is his weakened state.I was having fun with our little debate until he started talking about my other name, not the real one, the one no one here should hear."Shut the fuck up! There is no Phantom here, only Gutemberg." Remember that, no one can know about my other life.I'm sure he can see that he's crossed a line, but there will be no apologies. I can see in his eyes that he will do anything to get me away from Davina, including blackmailing me. Likewise, I need to think about all my future steps from here. I still want to make