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not my f

it off. One moment I'm sending a knife through that fucking pri

anywhere near the altar, I w

ust crawled in

d after that, everything just pops up in my h

that killing him could count as the easiest one I've ever done. So no, he wasn't the one. It was someon

was being followed. And that's a

answer the question of what am doing in a room this small, a closet that would

osa

else is

just ended up in m

utterly aware of the pain at my sides. Whoe

I reme

e hair, hazel eye colour, and yes.

surroundings again, then it d

h

bled through my chest when I saw the gun I had with m

here the hell was she? Did she

urvival instincts kicked in and I clutched my gun tightly, ready to

st time I've been grazed by a bullet, I walked

Whoever was at the other end was surely taking their

y getting on my

e door to open. It did and an unsuspecting woman in a wh

t wait

cally I'm standing behind her. I notice her eyes widen when she looked at t

he cat and

euvering our position in such a way that I had her pinned

I was now awake, she tried to scream but I

ppressing whatever noise that wou

ressing the barrel against her head. She gasped, eyes widening in fear-shock to

terrifie

what people do when they

to promise me one thing," I started by saying, study

ordina

ly, another tear rol

won't she

're shedding tears. It's not somethin

h one that looks like she

. I'll kill you." I use my hand to dramatize the killing part, to make the threat more effective. "Then I'll kill

head as quic

d gi

to her head, waiting for the slightest noise so I can fulfill my

mine, but the terror in

take my time to study her closely. My e

rry blo

el

de to do something else oth

ush that th

n... a terrified o

with the plain ugly nightdress, I know too well that she's got big round tit

nd exhale she does, her chest

ce. She's beautiful... not the the type yo

y mean

ide here. I'm guessing that's why they hid her in a

y hid

y from me

to have ugly wrinkled faces that no man would dare to look at

this

hing my imagination

himper, halting my dir

in a little angelic voice that leads the

ted to grind against her, but I

asked, which was definitel

n life we don't really

e answering, "Ye

rr

or what

st my face to contain my f

ught me

es

l. I'm not goi

fied. Reluctantly, I pulled myself off from her. I might not be a saint or int

s us. I'll just shoot their he

badly injured and if the one who shot at me makes

" I ordered, and she obeyed imm

ally scare

rned, I nearly

t! Fuck! They'

und, an

not supposed to be

ass upwards, while I to

took. And when I got to the window, I s

efintely not the last time I'll see her

vows all she wants, I'

in mind, I jumped