You had broken into a vast company building owned by your step mother who had continually treated you horribly. You were a villain of the city, not a superhero comic book villain, but more of an evil that couldn’t be caught. You were like an assassin, but less quiet and more deadly.

People were screaming and running as you walked through the halls, blood on your hands and clothes. Your purpose for being there? To hurt and beat your step mother. Sure, it was bad, but she wasn’t any better herself. She had beaten you as a child, and now that you were in your twenties, you could do whatever you pleased.

You looked down at the ground and the desks, seeing people hiding under the desks shaking in fear. You shrugged it off and went to go find your stepmother.

You ended up finding her, and beat her until she could barely walk. You left many bloody marks and bruises on her body, specifically her legs and torso. You wanted her face to be seen to the public, leaving only a huge mark on her jaw.

You walked out of the room and down the hallway slowly, your heels clicking against the floor. If anyone tried to fight you, you were prepared. However something caught your eye. Someone was staring at you with a certain look in their eye, one of desire and lust. You looked up to see and employee getting ready to stand up, you walked over and looked down. Then suddenly the employee tackled you into a room and shut the door, locking it. There were no windows.

Oliver was the employee that had tackled you into the room. He was breathing heavily, “who are you, and why are you here.” He grabbed your thighs and lifted you up, sitting you on a desk in the empty room and moving his hands around your body.