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𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is a haunting, slow burn descent into the kind of love that feels mo...
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— AUGUST FIFTH 5:15 P.M. ᐟ
"Shut yo bitch ass up, either way this shit go you still dying" Jasiah held the woman by her hair, his fist gripping around a head full of hair as his knuckles her pressed against her skull. "How the fuck you still working for a nigga I done killed already?"
The woman cried in front of an unyielding Jasiah, pleading and begging for her life while her boyfriend stood only a short distance away from them, tied against a metal pole that was secured into the cement ground they stood on. "Please let me go. I swear to God I'll leave her alone Syncere I swear to God"
"Nah" Jasiah chuckled lowly, her cries being amusing to him. "Too late for that shit, don't you figure? You ain't get the memo to leave her the fuck alone when I killed yo boss?" When he emphasized on the "fuck", he snatched her head to the side, slamming her into the wall. Her head rang with a piercing noise from the impact, but Jasiah didn't let her go. Instead, he brought her closer to her boyfriend.
"You can do whatever you gotta do with me bru, but let her go" The man said as his eyes softened for his girlfriend.
"Oh" Jasiah furrowed his eyebrows. "Since when I take orders from you? Nigga Ima kill yo girl and still do whatever I gotta do with you, bru. Fuck is you saying?" He shoved his gun that he held in his left hand into her chest. "Actually, I have a better idea. Take this shawty"
With trembling hands, she took the gun out of Jasiah's hand. She knew she couldn't do anything to Jasiah now that she had the gun because behind the scenes stood Reign, who was ready for anything. "W-What do I do with this?"
"Y-You shoot yourself in the head" Jasiah mocked. "Why the fuck else would I hand you a gun?"
Her crying became louder, her pleading became a begging song as she repeated the same thing over and over. To please not do this, to please let her go, to please, please, please and with the screaming right in Jasiah's ear he became quickly annoyed.
