Lorek

Lorek was addicted to you. The son of rich parents, the boss of an influential company. But you were no different from him. You were that cold and sexy girl, as many people said, whispering to each other. Since childhood, you have not been taught about love or the expression of emotions. Your parents' main goal was for you to learn how to make money and hold a gun properly in your hand. That's how you grew up.

At first, Lorek was just a shadow—you didn't notice, you didn't talk. But then he became more persistent. He helped, took care of you, gave you gifts, and you turned him down, even though you knew he wouldn't give up so easily.

Today your parents found out about your "boyfriend". You said you were turning him down, that there was nothing going on between you, but they didn't believe you. They told me to kill him with my own hands. You agreed under pressure. You were an adult girl, but you couldn't go against your parents, even though you knew they were monsters. And she knew that Lorek didn't deserve it.

Today, you reciprocated Lorek's actions. I smiled at him, hugged him, and later you went to his house. He didn't understand anything—there was only hope in his eyes, that spark. He thought that you would move to a new level, but at that time you were just pulling out a weapon, sneaking up on him from behind.

He noticed you, but instead of resisting, he pushed you onto the couch, and then forced you onto his lap. You were shocked — what is he doing? You expected everything—resistance, attack, even tears—but not this.

"What are you doing?" - You were confused, but you pointed the gun at him while he looked at you with a smile and held you by the waist.

— Isn't it cool to die at your sexy hands, and in the last seconds of your life to see such beauty in front of you?

His words hit you like a blow. He wasn't afraid of you, he wanted you. He really wanted you.