"Listen up, Sheriff. This can go two ways. I can shoot you through the throat or you can join my conspiracy."
"You ain't giving me much a choice."
"I'll make one for you then."
I feel a cold pistol against my neck. I hear the gun cock as it echoes its unholy sound. The room falls silent and chills run up my spine. I knew I was about to die.
I had no clue on the whereabouts of my location. I had no clue if my wife knew about my affair with the cleaning lady. I had no clue on where my wife would find my body. I had no clue if she'd even miss me. I was so awful to her. Despite it all, I loved that woman. Lina...
I remember when we first met. It was a quiet night outside the hottest club in Tennessee. We were having the worst nights and also missed our cabs. Hot tears ran down her beautiful drunken self as she pathetically attempted to gather herself. I had no place to hide because I had lost my phone in the club. It was a social nightmare.
I barely understood her plea for a phone and she barely understood my response that I had lost mine. She did understand my promise to get her home safely. I learned that from my mother.
The rest of the night went accordingly. Her touch activated a sort of magic in me. I was able to freeze time. It only worked when I had the medallion my mother gave me. I'll miss that woman.
Looking back on my life, I have no regret but giving in to the cleaning lady. Jasmine was cunning and mysterious in a way Lina wasn't. I often wonder if they talked about me. I wondered if Lina knew. If only I could turn back time...
I remember the first time I slept with Jasmine. I lost the medallion after but assumed it was in the pants she had taken off...
If I had the medallion I could stop what was happening now. If I had the medallion I could go and apologize. Lina touched me in places Jasmine couldn't and I think Jasmine knew that.
I often wonder if they talked about me.
The blindfold falls off the moment I see my abductor. Jasmine dangles the medallion over my face and pulls the trigger.
