On Perfect Revenge

Curtis. My first love, killed by my father. “Go on, beg for it, Roxana.” The man now toyed with my throat with the tip of a blood-soaked blade… is he truly you? “Who knows? If you act cute with that pretty face of yours, you might just survive.” His lips, which used to curve so softly, now poured out cold sarcasm toward Roxana. A terrible madness glistened in eyes that once shone clearly. In hands that were once small and warm, a sharp, blue-steel sword was gripped as if it were a part of his own body. Covered in blood and filth, Roxana looked up at him blankly. Curtis. My father’s sins have finally come to kill me. *** Introduction to the Work: *Setting/Genre: Western-style / He...