It's Just A Story, Dear, No Need For Pills

She saw the headlights reflect off the stone wall before the Rolls Royce turned the corner. She stepped out into the narrow lane. Taking a breath, she prepared herself. The car was almost there. She turned her head up to the sky, found the moon, and stared.

The mission was only to last one year. One year at the very most. Then he would come for her. She didn't know that night, with her bare feet bleeding, her black dress in tatters, that she would be living in South Chile for seven.

Weight: 175lbs