꧁ད ཌ꧂ ꧁ད ཌ꧂
When two people are married, you are mutually vowing your life to each-other. Even through death, sickness and in health.
Right?
What if that day was interrupted in a gunfire...
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꧁ད ཌ꧂
𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐞
A body guard lied on the floor with his face smashed onto the floor, his Glock was face down on the floor right next to his body that was spilling out blood.
I was unable to make out exactly what was going on, but many of the men here had their guns pointed at every-way. Some people had already been shot, and machine guns were going off at an uncanny pace.
I preferred fighting with knives, but I didn't have my duffle so I was left without any other option. I picked up the gun that the bodyguard left and began running to the back of the center, with blood at the bottom of my feet.
I ran into the halls, rushing in between the people panicking and rushing out of the center. I needed to find the woman's bathroom for my duffle. I found the woman's bathroom, bursting the door open and rushing to the last stall. Except, my duffle wasn't there anymore.
"Looking for this?" A female voice said, I turned around to see a tall hispanic woman. She wore a similar dress to mine, but her boobs were spilt out more. Her skin was a beautiful brown, and she had luscious black wavy hair falling down. She looked like a Victoria secret model.
Besides her beautiful looks, she wasn't on my side because she was twiddling my dagger between her fingers.
"Why the fuck do you have my dagger?" I asked, clenching my gun and creating distance.
"You can put the gun down pretty, there's nothing in it."
I looked up at her in confusion, right before pulling the trigger to see there wasn't a single bullet. I muttered a curse word to myself, still gripping onto the Glock.
"Let's get this over with, I wanna get paid." She lunged at me, making me dodge and right hook her face. She lulled back and pinched her nose, ripping my dagger out the wall.
"You fucking bitch, my nose is bleeding. Is your fist made of steel?" Her nose became flushed and blood dripped onto the bathroom floor.
She lunged the dagger at me again, knicking my arm and pulling it out before holding it up against my throat making me struggle against her. I raised my knee up to her crotch and kicked it as hard as I could making her tumble back into the stall.
"All you could do what prick me with my dagger? Sokolov really does hire some shitty people." I held my arm and ripped my dress, tying it against it to stop the knick from bleeding.
