“How does a girl like you end up doing something like this?”
A thousand answers linger on her tongue, some honest, some scathing, some little more than half truths and fairy dust.
“I was born for it,” she says eventually, slowly as if she was speaking to a child. “I was born for murder, for torture, for lies and half truths.”
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