Chapter 56

Kamari's Point of View

Blood. It was everywhere. It shoved itself into my nose. My mouth. Flooded my lungs until all I could do was gasp. Flail around and pray that it would end. But it didn’t. It carried on its assault on me. Broke some humane part of my soul.

I whimpered in distress. Tried to get the body off of me, to no avail. The man that I had killed hovered above me. Lips close to my ear.

‘You should have let me fuck you.’ He would whisper from time to time.

Sobs would break in my throat, never to reach my lips.

Maybe he was right. It would have been better for him to have raped me instead of this. Blood never washed off of your hands. I was now a killer. No one would ever look at me the same again.

“Kamari.” A distant voice called luring me back into the land of the living.

I fought it. Lingered longer in my misery. A man was now dead because of me and there was no hiding from it. I had to accept what I have done. Claim it as part of myself.

“Kamari.” The voice sound