Six years I have been waiting for this day. Six years I have spent planning every moment, every second she would live under my control.
And now, now the day has finally come.
She was nine, when she stepped out of that car and gave me a timid, trusting smile. I was a brother to her, a protector, a friend.
I was seventeen. Anna was so much more to me back then. More than she should be.
She was fifteen when she left me behind like a broken toy, shot, dying. And she never looked back. I have never stopped searching for her, looking for her, being punished for her, bleeding for her.
This time I will have my revenge, and she will have her punishment.