The Executioner's Captive

“This is my gift to you, Damir. In honor of our deal.”

“I don’t need other people’s little pets,” a melodious voice from an unknown man says—yet inside me everything tightens with fear.

“And she isn’t a pet,” the first one answers. “She’s still a girl. Untouched.” The stranger’s eyes flare with a nasty, predatory gleam.

“You’ll raise her yourself; she’ll be silky,” continues my old master. “I know you have your own methods.”

Me—given as a gift to someone I’d never seen. I only knew his horrifyingly bad reputation that follows him like a dark tail.

“The Executioner.” That’s what everyone calls him. Dangerous. Cruel. Merciless. A demon in the shape of a human being.