Love or Death? A simple question really. The choice seems obvious. But. What if you never knew love, what if your life was spent just trying to survive? What if you knew your fate before you were fully grown?
And then you died.
And you were given another chance. A better chance.
This new life depended upon one thing: your job. And so you agreed. You thought it would be simple. You thought it would be cut and dry.
It never is.
And now you are left holding the fate of someone else in the palm of your hand and you have to make the ultimate choice.
Love or Death?
Excerpt“Proposition - An offer of a private bargain. A plan suggested for acceptance; a proposal.”“Opportunity would be abundant and you could create a whole new identity for yourself.”I was tempted sure, but still something kept me from accepting right away. “What’s the catch?”There was always a catch.“In return for your life, your new and improved life, you would come and work for me.”“Doing what?”“You will be an Escort.”On the streets another name for Escort was a prostitute. “I don’t think I would look good in a dress and heels.”“You joke. You’re funny.” Mr. Burns said, smiling. “Not that kind of Escort. This is more exclusive. More important.”“So what exactly will I be Escorting?” I asked more confused than before.Mr. Burns looked at me, his little beady eyes gleamed with excitement and he smiled, causing his cheekbones to jut outward.“Death. You will be a Death Escort.”