Your Playing My Game Now

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"Wha

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"Wha......" I stutter as I thrash in chains tied to a wall. 

My ex-wife stares me in the face. 

"You're playing my game now, that means you do as I say and you won't get hurt," She says with a damp tone and hands me a pen. 

"Now write me a signature to have your house after you die, that includes your car and money too," She says happily and holds a paper out in front of me, "And if you tell the police when I let you free, you die, to tell anyone, you die, you write anything other than this about what happened and you die" 

I try to pull aginst my restraint but they won't budge. Why would she do this to me? We broke our marriage up two years ago before the police could find out, after that she disappeared.  Now she wants me to give her everything I have. Man, she's so hot when she wants to murder me. 

"Martha, make up your mind already! I know you are not dumb to the slightest degree, sign it, or you die," She says to me sternly while waving the peace of paper at my face.

I look into her cold dead eyes.

"No," I say bitterly, "I won't sign it" 

If you would have known Elen in her golden years, you would know how evil her mind can be, how she thinks of murdering everyone she loves. I loved her sick mind or I used to. I had nothing to live for anyway and once she found my house and my car she would know my secret. That I murder as well. She will be punished for my crimes and be put into jail once and for all. 


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