Trigger warning: this chapter contains very disturbing details!
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Elijah POV
FLASHBACK
The gun trembled in my hand and I stared at him in shock.
“Wh- who is she?” I asked.
“It doesn’t matter.” He said. “The less you know about someone, the easier it is to kill them.”
I studied the woman, she seemed to be in her early twenties, had short brown hair cut in a fringe and dark brown eyes. She was wearing a torn shirt, dirty blue jeans and black boots. She was chained to the wall by her wrists and when I took a step forward she scurried the furthest she could get away from me.
A sob escaped her lips and tears trailed down her cheeks as she started to plead with me.
“Please, don’t kill me… I’ll leave and never come back, I promise.”
“Do it now.” My father ordered.
I raised the gun in
