ACT TWO

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the prison





















"Please." He begged, placing his shaking hands behind his head. "Don't shoot." 

Cassie cocked her gun, pointing the barrel right between his eyes. He knew himself that begging whilst behind a gun never worked - after all, he'd shot those who had

"Why not?" She asked, a sinister smirk growing on her lips. "You shot me." 


















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The man popped his hip, staring at the fortress with optimistic curiosity. Cassie stared at him, following his longing eyes to the overrun prison, a small scoff leaving her lips. 

"It's perfect." He voiced, resting his hands on his hips.

"It sure is something."
















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"He brought it on himself."










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