A few days had passed, and the chatter among the nest of viper people got stronger and louder. They all wanted her place, her space washing over her memories like she never existed.
"Yet I watched it all from the shadows. I watched him even more as the odds narrowed. I must kill him; my mind was hell bent on my revenge.
I see nothing else but his blood on my hands bathing my nails in crimson red.
I wanted him dead."
Through tears, heartbreak, and sorrow, Samada tells of her glory.
Take a look at her story, the good times, the bad times and the ugly.