Twisted Minds: you're all dead

"I want to carve my heart, let it run dry of blood and rid it pf it purpose... Only so I never be swayed your gentle whispers of deciet and soft breeze of pleasure." His callous fingers ran through my skin. "So don't worry, my love I've dug for us two graves" His overgrown sharp nail slid down my cheeks forming a long trail of new wounds; except this time it didn't hurt anymore. When Mirha's father, Eryarl Al Azwar Is declared a traitor and shunned away from his position as Chief General of the Asad Caliphate, their wealth and family had become decimated by the Caliphate Songs and tales of the besmirched Al Azwar played on the streets Eryarl Al Azwar had built and once protected. No one cared for them, no one looked for them, only mockery remained of their history. The hunt was over but stains remained. Or so she thought. When Mirha's brother had been taken captive by masked strangers, she knew the hunt had been far from over: no one jad forgotten about them. She promised she'd never watch her life be made miserable anymore and fight back. "so, now I'll hunt and you'll run"