Born in a shitty slum, I never had the chance to meet my real parents, not that I wanted to, if I ever had the chance I would probably rip their fucking head off right in front of each other…

Growing up in the slum, trying my best to survive sometime I wonder what was it all for? Why was I trying so hard to live such painful and shitty life?....

Suiciding was the best solution, yet I couldn’t do it, my hands shook violently every time I tried to, such a coward was I back then…

By the age of 8 I did all kind of jobs, what it was didn’t matter as long as I get something for it...Steal, helping a murder, rapist there was nothing that I rejected as long as I get something in return.

One after another day passed by, while I was trying my best to keep this body of mine moving, I found myself enjoying watching people suffering, It was a weird yet wonderful feeling, Love? That may be it, watching their pitiful appearance made me realized how weak and helpless the human beings really was,  it was love at first sight, it was the only joy that I had, it was my one and only reason for keep being alive.

But it wasn’t long before everything went wrong…

I was caught by a bunch of soldiers during a job, the man who gave me the job got killed instantly right after the soldiers got in…

As for me I was sold off to a slave merchant.

The slave market wasn't a pretty place, even living in the slum was better than sitting in side that cage eating rotten food, but it wasn't long before someone bought me, I was brought to a huge mansion owned by some filthy rich noble. What for? It turned out that the fucking pig was a pedophile.

I wasn't alone the place were filled with kids at my age... He already made his first move on me on the first night..

I killed him.. I slid off his throat with a piece of glass as he tried to kiss me...Watching that pig bleed to death while trying his best to hold onto his throat turned me on, to spiced up things a little I stabbed him a few more time.

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I almost cum, it was the first time that I killed someone on my own, it was the best thing that I have ever experienced in my entire life.

In the end the pig could neither speak or scream, even crawling was impossible for him with his overweight body.

The door to the room suddenly opened up on its own as the pig died of blood loss, I was disappointed that I couldn’t play with him some more…

A middle aged dude came in the room, he had a suprised look on his face while looking at the scene, as for me I was ready to take his life but was soon stopped by his mana shield….

Turned out he was and assassin who was requested to kill the noble who bought me...

He took me back to his base, teached me how to kill, how to torture and how to live a life as an assassin.

But he always had a cold look on his face while doing so…

By the age of 16 I was all grown up, my butt became bigger and my breast became large as well, they were nothing but a burden, or so I thought.

Surprisingly enough the males get turned on just by looking at my body, that is when I realized that I have found myself a new weapon, my own body..

My first job came soon after, but I didn’t care what it was, as long as it involve killing.

I was unstoppable, my name were all over the country, “The black widow” or so they called me, not that I give a damn about it in the first place, names wasn't something that I looked up to.

Before I even noticed it, the old dude that teached me stuff died during a mission, Sad? No, I wasn’t, to me he was nothing more than a tool for teaching...But yet I cried for the first time.

Without knowing what I was up to, I took his job, I did something that my teacher couldn’t….

Once again my name was spread even further, I was so well known that It became a taboo to say my name.

Years passed by, there were many who attempt to kill me but failed, the price on my head get increased every single time that someone died by my hands.

It came to the point where even the hero himself wanted me dead.

...That freak was so annoying, talking about justice and shit…I bet he had a good and wonderful life...He pissed me off...With that look on his face, he gave me a pitiful look every time we clashed..What a freak…

After hours of fighting, everything finally came to an end…I died that day.

What happened after dead? I have always asked myself that stupid question, some say that you go to heaven...Some say hell...What a pile of crap.

After the fight against freak lord I am now sitting in this dark empty space made out nothingness, is this my punishment for killing people? If so then let me tell ya, I regret not a fucking single thing!!

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This place sucks…

Why the hell am I talking to myself?…

Well...Time to sleep.

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