"My boss has a personal order for Zachary Malik's whore," he said in a cordially mean voice and approached a heavy step.The back door roared the wind of the night when it opened wide, and half of the present fled in an unbridled race, screaming. Kendall still held my arm, as perplexed as I was. A massacre... For me. Unknown that I didn't even know the name, and now I carried their deaths, without any intention. Shock and dread merged into an indigestible mass inside my stomach, and I didn't need time to remember why that was happening. For whom.Zachary.The same person who taught me not to wait for help, and not even run away. Because he knew it. He didn't dare tell me how or when, but he knew that at some point that would happen. Because, for someone who had lost his whole family to a cowardly attack, letting this happen again would be like wishing for the tragedy. And it was his voice that caught up with me before the man in black stretched out his hand to catch me:Be a woman who

Your boss rarely sent messages. Habits of those who need to be careful about interception by third parties. Zachary kept the personal number for a few, and even so, he always faced problems using it for a long time.He got up slowly, hoping that the slowness would make his boss change his mind. But apart from the short and objective message, nothing else appeared on your cell phone after that. He dressed in the same work clothes and passed Harmon who chewed a cat-shaped toy. The dog raised his ears, attentive. Zachary whistled and approached to caress the dog between his ears. The animal grunted satisfied."I won't take long," he assured, trying to get rid of the bites the dog made to lock him at home. He seemed aware of something that was not yet clear to Zachary, and the man did not allow himself to understand. He turned to free himself and left the house in a hurry.When he arrived at the police building, a constant buzz was heard, but as he approached the main rooms, everyone was s

I didn't realize that I had lost consciousness until I had to fight to get it back.If I napped or fainted as a result of an obvious concussion in my head, I didn't find out right away.I knew at least that I was in a poorly lit place. There were no windows as far as my vision reached, but flickering shadows danced on top of the walls cold and impregnated with a strong mold. My senses had not yet returned with my conscience. I could, however, feel the swelling on my tongue and an unbearable pressure on the ankle of one of my legs. I had no idea which leg originated that pain, still considering myself abnormally oblivious to the basics of human survival instincts. I didn't even know if the pain was real.Could something damn be real in the face of that situation?My head seemed to float on top of my neck, as light and unstable as a feather to the blow of the winter wind. I tried to stretch one hand and immediately my whole body held back in a trembling and uncomfortable echo of pain. B

My smile grew into a thunderous laugh, and before I noticed, I was already giving myself to another nebulous and fickle dream.It was stretched over heathers and vivid lawn. It took me a second to get used to the sounds of birds and crawling animals, but I didn't find any difficulty because I had my head empty of any inopportune. My legs were healthy and agile, and my steps were soft around the path of leaves that stretched out in the distance. The eyes moved lazily, however, the colors had a special glow and I felt privileged to be in that place.Suddenly, I heard someone call my name. It wasn't a scream, but it seemed full of anxiety. I turned in place, looking for the last echoes of that voice. It was not far from me, so I traced a path between the creeping plants and moved away the branches with colorful flowers and intoxicating aroma that made it difficult to pass to the clearing.A man waited below an ancient tree, and when looking at the strangely familiar plant, my vision trem

Through the dense twilight that prevented me from seeing, I forced my mind to obey. A shiver like I had never felt before licked the back of my neck, making me bow.Panting in my own agony, I woke up from what seemed like years of sleep, giving in to my weak knees. There was nothing on the ground to cushion the impact of my fall.I was blind in front of the gloomy light on the ceiling, and still deaf with the distant sound of steps and muffled voices that sounded in a distant alert. I was surrounded by half a dozen people, and unable to escape from whatever that new hallucination was.With a sudden agitation, the one who was in front of me bent down, touching my knees with his."You're here, bunny," he called the voice again. I raised my eyes from the bright floor and caught myself under Zachary's gaze. He carefully touched my face, a slight caress with the tips of his fingers. My skin has forged. "Don't be afraid, little one. I'm here.I felt his touch, and the soft breath of his bre