The Viper's Bite

002: The puppet

Trigger Warning

Valentina Russo, an entitled powerful surname. The surname that feels like a burning burdan, which feels like an unnecessary scar on my back that I never wished for.

If I want to survive I have to act like a puppet. A puppet to my ruthless father. I was raised as a fighter, a murder and a pushover.

I always dreamed of a barbie life. I watched my classmates dressed in a pretty dress and hangout with their friends. Obviously, I was just a shaddy classmates with a boyish dressing sense.

Everyone avoided me like I never existed. Even the teachers would avoid mixing me into groups, so all my life I had to do all the assignments alone. Doing something alone isn't what hurt me, it's the fact that I lost my precious teenage and childhood.

In the middle of everything, I had to prove my existence to my father in a vicious way.

I knew the day to prove myself would come, but I didn't see this coming so fast. I was trained from the very young age. I was my fathers most hated child but I wished to be his least loved child at least.

Even my mother avoided interactions with mw just cause she didn't want to loose her lavish lifestyle and peace of mind.

I even heard that she never breastfeed me because she didn't want to waste her precious milk to raise an useless child. I heard she breatfeed my older brother who was 5 years at that time instead.

Thankfully I am not malnourished or autistic, my nanny made sure I was vaccinated on time and stayed healthy. In my cursed life she was the only one I could rely on, I could cry my heart out on her laps. She feels like a home in this big house.

At first I was trained with knifes and I adjusted pretty quick. Adjusted? More like a murderer. At first they made me kill dogs, cats or birds, which I couldn't avoid doing.

Everytime I took an innocent lives I would make a deep cut on my thighs. There was 23 cuts in total.

Gradually my knifes promoted to guns. But I was much interested in Katana. They looked cool to work with and easier to adapt because I was already good with knifes.

My father forced me to learn all that within age 10. How to slice the throat, how to skin alive, how to avoid all the main points to avoid killing or how to kill right at point to make sure victims died in one go. How to disassemble and reassemble the gun within 1 minutes and many more things that helped me survive the childhood.

The very first time I killed a human was when I was only 12 and it was self-defence. f**k! but parents so goated they trust a dog more than me.

Soon the day came where I had to prove myself worsest way possible. That day for the first time i had the thought that it was better to die the moment I was born.

The party, The Royal-Loyal, the game of slaughter and worst beyond one's imagination.

My father put me up in the executioner list. I didn't know the cost of being a lady Russo was to heavy and ruthless.

Bang!

The sound of the gun echoing through the hall-room. I watched as the guy was continuously begging to his now dead wife to respond. But how could she?

I shot her right in the middle of her freshly done eyebrows.

His crying sounded so heavy that I feared karma would get me soon.

I looked around me in utter disbelief as everyone was looking down at the body and laughing like it was some kind of circus play.

From that day one, I had only one thought going on. It was being hunt down by the man, because men in love are the most dangerous to begin with.