Possession and Obsession

"Pick up the gun, Valentina."

Her fingers trembled, blood splattered across her silk dress. The metallic scent of death curled in her nose.

She shook her head violently. "I won't- please don't make me do this again"

Dominic's grip was brutal as he shoved the gun into her palm. "You don't get to say no. Pull the damn trigger."

The man kneeling before her sobbed, pleading for mercy. But in this world, mercy is weakness.

"If you don't kill him, I will. And then you'll watch as I paint these walls with your family's blood next."

Her breath hitched. She pulled the trigger.