WHAT THE FUDGE!?

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Cindy above ^^^^^^^


ISABEL'S POV:

OH MY GOD! 

Cindy. 

There she stands with her flowing blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders. And a huge smirk on her face. 

"That's right bitch. It's me. I'm the boss. So now you're gonna do what I say." She sneers. 

She pulls out a knife from behind her. 

WHAT IS IT WITH KIDNAPPERS AND KNIVES!  I SWEAR TO JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY IM CURSED! 

"Reckonize this? It has your blood on it still." Cindy turns the knife over revealing blood on the other side.

What the fudge.? 

"That's right... You see. We are pretty good with Knives. I'm sure you know that by now." Cindy grabs my jeans and pulls them up to where the man cut me with the knife. 

"Oh it's still there! Well you're gonna do what I say unless you want some more scars!?" Cindy drawls. 

"How did you know I had a scar?" I tremble. 

"Don't talk back to me. Talk when you are told to talk." She shouts. 

"Well... anyway let's see how to put this gently... Our family is very good with knives." She smirks and looks down at the knife. 

"Y..o..ur family..?" I stutter. 

"Sorry dumbass, let me say that in a language you might understand....

You remember my dad? Richard Smith?" She asks. 

"I don't know your dad..." 

"Oh but honey you do.... He raped u remember?" 



Yo this is shoooortttt but oh well 😏 

Hope you enjoyed anywayyssss

Also sorry I haven't updated in a while 

Xoxo Iona 💋💙

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