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“Yes.” I finished unzipping his pants and helped him pull them down to his knees. I was always careful to make sure I did this part. And they always got so excited when I did.

“You little whore. I bet you have. You like it, huh? How old are you? Ten?”

“Nine.” I leaned forward and sucked him into my mouth. He smelled like old onions, and I gagged, causing him to groan and force himself deeper inside of me.

When he relaxed, I bit down hard.

He screamed as blood gushed in my mouth. I then violently pushed him back. Between the slippery blood and the tight pants around his lower thighs and knees, he went down like a tree. His wiener broke off from his body.

The painful screams sent a flutter of butterflies through my tummy. Like music, I found it pleasing to the ear. I spat the offending member out of my mouth into my hand, and shoved it deep into my jacket pocket. I then grabbed the puppy and went out the driver’s door.

My collection of appendages was growing, and I was excited to add this one.

As I took the shortcut to my house, I worked at getting the tape off the puppy’s legs. Once I did, he licked my face.

When I walked inside my house, my mother and father stopped talking.

My mom gasped. “Tiffany, what–”

“—the hell happened to you?” my father finished.

“I saved a puppy. I named him Hero. Want to pet him?”

They both shook their heads no. Bummer.

“You’re covered in blood again! Go shower, and I’m going to talk to the doctor about these awful nosebleeds you get. I don’t care what he says. This cannot be normal.”

I didn’t correct her assumption, but I did rush to my room to store my new addition. The books in the library had taught me loads of things, including how to preserve all of my treasures.

People called them trophies. I liked that word because it made them precious. Special. Something for me to look at, and remember the time I conquered a bad person in the world.

I knew I was not like other girls. I knew that I was different because I didn’t get scared or freaked out by blood. I wasn’t worried about all the bad men in the world. While my friends liked dolls, I liked real parts. I wasn’t a bad person, though. I only attacked those who tried to hurt me first…

There just seemed to be a lot of bad men who wanted to hurt me.

CHAPTER SIX

Tiffany, Russia

It had beena few months since I fled the US, traveled the Baltic states, then made Russia my new home. It turned out to be quite an interesting place to live in once you got used to it. People seemed to enjoy hearing me talk. They liked my accent. And it seemed as if lady luck was on my side the moment I checked into the hotel. I was able to get employment quickly.

The bartenderexpertly prepared my drink and slid it in front of me. The other patrons were quietly sipping their drinks, or engaged in lively conversations in their native tongue. It wasn’t as harsh-sounding as I had initially thought. Once I got used to it, I could imagine it might even lull me to sleep.

“You don’t speak Russian, do you?”

Damn. His English seemed better than mine to some extent. “No.” I tossed back the shot he had placed next to what looked like a particularly enticing cocktail. It was an attractiveconcoction, adorned with sparkles that caught my eye every time the dim overhead lights flickered.

“Did you just arrive?” the bartender inquired, wiping the area in front of me.

I nodded.

“Is this a visit or a vacation?”

“Neither. I’m hoping to put down roots somewhere,” I confessed.

“Oh. Have you visited the embassy yet?” he continued.

I shook my head slowly.

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