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##Proposal

Emily

Right, a garden with dead flowers, gates full of dust, lights completely off, this indicates that nobody takes care of anything here, so there is a possibility that there is no one living here. I keep walking and praying in my mind, please God, protect me. I look around and everything seems to be calm and silent, I look up and I see the huge dark and old house, but it has its beauty, it is very beautiful and I liked it. With fear dwelling in every cell in my body, I crouch next to a bush and wait until the time is up.

At that moment I need to think about what I will do when I return, I will certainly never want to look at Jessica again, then I will confront my parents and send them to jail, that's what people who traffic weapons and drugs and even consider putting their children meanwhile, they deserve it. I still don't know how I'm going to do that, but I will. It's getting colder and colder, I pick up my cell phone and turn the brightness down on the screen, it's exactly 01:46 in the morning, it's time to get out of here and run to work, since it opens at four . Suddenly I feel a prick on my neck and I lose all my senses.

joseph

I have my eyes on everything, I may not be omnipresent, but I smell invasion from afar, I was used to it when we had to run in the middle of invasions of my father's gang. I'm well trained for everything, when someone whispers my name I can tell, something inside me lets me know. I was preparing my weapons in the basement of my house, walking with steps like a cloud, seeing with my special vision, until I heard a noise, there was someone who was trying to enter my house, I wondered who would dare.

Still walking slowly, I was never in a hurry to capture someone, I walked towards the brave person who entered my residence, as I said before, I promised that I would never kill an innocent person, however I was agreed by myself, that no one would come near the house. my house, if the unfortunate man is innocent, what can I do? Break my own rules? Betray myself? Never.

I tense up the instant I see who it is, and I quickly recognize the perfect angle of her head and graceful face. So this is Emílio's daughter, a beautiful and tricky young woman, who enters people's homes without being invited. I apply, without her even feeling it, an anesthetic on her beautiful clear-skinned neck. I take her in my arms and take her to my basement, I stop for a second and analyze: she's so beautiful, she doesn't deserve to lie on top of rotten blood, I change my mind then, taking her to one of the rooms in my huge house.

My anesthetic doesn't last long, I like to feel a little terror and panic on the part of my dear victims. I sit in an armchair humming while I observe her quiet and serene, the moonlight that enters through the window reveals a peculiar and unique beauty. After a few minutes she then opens her eyes, she is very scared and I can hear her heart jump inside her little chest. I walk up to her with a wide smile on her face and I can see that she recognized me.

"Miss Antonelli, eighteen year old, works in town cafe, face of an angel and daughter of a miserable son of a bitch who will suffer at my hands. Well done, darling." I murmur coldly as I delight in her shock of recognition.

"You are... I know you! Oh my God!" She exclaims stunned in confusion.

After that a moment of silence ensues and I watch as she stares at me intently, then fidgets on the bed. After a few seconds I felt her take a deep breath trying to compose herself.

"Are you Joseph? The Joseph Legend?" She asks me softly with a broken voice.

"I still don't know why you came into my house." I look at her troubled face and she doesn't seem like her father, I feel in her what I haven't felt in anyone for a long time, kindness and purity.

"This is all my parents' fault. I don't even know exactly what's going on." She speaks softly and starts to cry, sitting on the bed she bends her knees and hugs them. "Are you going to kill me? You can go ahead..." She whispers and cries. "Or no, please don't kill me, I need to take care of my brothers when my parents go to jail."

"I'm surprised you think I'm a murderer." I decide to play with her.

"Isn't that what they say about the person who lives here?" She asks with her face down.

"Don't believe everything you hear, honey." I say and she looks at me with a twinkle in her eyes, maybe a brief trace of hope.

"So you're not a murderer?" she asks and I pretend to ponder for a second.

"In that case, what they say is extremely true." I speak and see her face lose color.

"Please, I can explain!" She exclaims scared with tears in her eyes. I feel restless and strange, your tears moved something inside me, I could feel a pain now as if a member of mine left the place and came back.

"Then begin. I am willing to listen to you." I'm in the mood to play some more.

"I'll summarize. My friends had a party, at the party there was a joke, in this joke, truth or dare, I choose truth, choosing this one girl told me some dirty secrets of my parents, that would destroy our name, not that I I don't care about them if they are really guilty, what hurts me are my brothers, there are six of us, I'm the oldest and I feel obliged to protect them, even from their own parents. So I didn't want that to happen . was revealed and then I was challenged to come in here and stay for two hours, taking into account everything they say about you, it was really a challenge, and I accepted it, accepted it for my innocent brothers who are not to blame for anything." She explains and then explains again, at my request, in more detail this time. Including the information that they intended to sell their own daughter.

As she told me, Emília, she told me her name even though I already knew about it, she told me everything in tears, I could see through her eyes and I felt that she really was different from her parents. Now I feel that my anger at Emílio has turned into satisfaction, I already knew about everything she told me now, and I know much more, things that it's not convenient for her to know. I can use his daughter to play with him, as a form of revenge, and then I can kill him when I find out what I did to his girl. If he cares about anyone.

"I want to tell you a secret, Emília." I whisper and move closer to her on the bed. "I'm not going to kill you, at least not now. But your dear papa, and your dear mama, I can't say the same anymore." I speak and she closes her eyes with a pained expression.

"Please, I beg you, don't kill them, it's okay they made a mistake, but they'll pay in jail, despite everything I love them and I can't live with knowing they're dead, please sir." She begs and in a moment she lifts her hands to touch me, I quickly pull away.

"I'm the one who can't live in a city where I know there are people who use innocent people for their dirty work and then let them suffer the consequences without mercy. Something you shouldn't have for them either." I speak coldly walking from side to side observing a small knife in my hands.

"What are you? Some kind of vigilante?" She asks with sad eyes.

"Call it what you want, dear. Unlike your parents, I only kill criminals and murderers, I don't seek anyone's understanding, I do it because I like it. Good people are the ones who get rid of evil. Thanks to me." I speak and approach her small body again.

"Is there nothing I can do to not kill them? I research someone, I'm very good at computing, I meet a lot of people in the cafe, you want money? I have money saved, it's for my college but I I'll give you everything if you want it, I'm just begging you not to kill me or my parents, please, please!" She looks at me pleadingly and in her words there is pain, I can tell her throat is tight and her muscles are tense.

"I'm sorry to tell you Miss, but I have more money than this whole town put together, so money doesn't fill my eyes." Her eyes lose their color and she bites her lip in frustration.

"So what will happen now? What will you do to me? If my parents die, I'll know it was you." She speaks and I hear a distant drop of defiance and anger in her voice.

"What's your goal? Freeing your parents from death and putting them in jail?" I ask staring at her.

"Yes." she murmurs.

"That won't happen, you don't know anything about justice, usually only the poor lose, the rich buy freedom. I tell you this because I'm an experienced man, dear. Save yourself the useless trouble." I see in your eyes the trace of hope dying.

"My brothers are innocent children, don't you care about that?"

"My heart rarely bleeds for anything, Miss." I watch her brush a brown lock from her pretty face. She's wonderful, delectable and she's shivering slightly, I like being responsible for the effect. I feel that every second my desire to touch that soft white skin grows and I can't control it.

"Is there nothing that might tempt him?" she asks and I like her insistence. I observe her lips calmly and I have the slight desire that becomes permanent to delight myself with those beautiful and designed lips.

"Actually Miss Antonelli, there is something, to be more exact this something started to exist a few hours ago." Her eyes bugged with activity and she gave a slight smile.

"Really? And what would that be? If I can do it, I will. Whatever it takes." She speaks euphorically.

"You." I speak softly and she blinks several times in front of me.