Part 8: the ending

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She ran to the upper floors, forcing the door open.

The drugs that Herzah gave her back there gave her strength to move, even limping.

She got out of the hidden room into the tavern and found people there. She asked for help but got no response. They glared at her and held her as she screamed and tried suffocating her. That's when she realized everyone was a Herzah toy.

She tried getting out, but she was outnumbered, only to be saved by Yakami holding his axe and chopping everyone around him.

They stabbed him, trying to out-strength him, but he took Jasmine and threw her out of the door as he kept fighting.

Jasmine never looked back and ran to the truck, starting it as she was going to move. Yakami pushed open the door, which was riddled with wounds, blood, poison, and missing fingers.

Jasmine screamed and picked up the gun in the glove department and pointed it at him, terrified.

Yakami pointed forward and said, "I had my revenge; get away, run, and move; they are coming; my time is near."

terrified, she started driving recklessly,  lost focus, and hit stuff and people on the road.

until she got out.

"Thank you. You gave me my revenge. That bitch was my wife. She took our daughter's life. She tormented me. She drugged me to do her bidding. But now, I can die. I'm happy. Take care, Emeni; trust no one, not even your father, he said as he died with a smile.

Jasmine was terrified. How did he know her real name?

as she drove to her town, people rushed to the bloodied car, and police pointed guns at her.

They took her to jail as she begged to explain and see her family.

Her parents saw her, and they were disgusted by her: "You were never supposed to come out of there alive. They were supposed to pick you up from here. Ah well, they paid us handsomely. But now the organization is going to hunt us down if you escaped."

"Whaa.....t," she muttered, "wtffff do you mean?"

They threw her a dagger and said, "End your life right now. It will be easier than how they will rip you to shreds later."

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