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Monae's normal life as a college student is turned upside down when she's taken from the streets of New York City and forced into human trafficking.
Her life was n...
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BANG!
Monae jumped to her feet at the sound of a gunshot. The worse feeling possible surfaced as her thoughts began to race.
That wasn't what she thought it was. It couldn't be!Right?
There were people screaming and running from the direction that Blaine had went.
Monae stuck in place in minor shock as people trampled past her. A few bodies bumping into her during the stampede.
A shock of adrenaline then overtook and pumped through her veins as she suddenly started to run in the direction everyone was running from. Entirely forgetting the condition of her attire.
Monae finally reached a clearing and gasped loudly as she froze. Standing with a gun drawn was Blaine. And on their knees in front of her was a female clutching her bloody shoulder.
It was obvious the bullet wound was received from Blaine's end.
"Didn't I tell you to wait for me... Monae?" Blaine questioned without taking her eyes away from her target. Monae didn't respond due to shock and Blaine took a few steps forward.
"Ugh..." Cleo groaned at the excruciating pain with her gaze on the blood she was quickly losing. And as she looked up Blaine rested the muzzle of the gun against her forehead.
"Since you didn't shoot me when all those people were walking around, it will cost you your life. It's because you're too soft that death has now been brought upon you." Blaine spoke monotonously as she readied the gun to fire.
She returned it to Cleo's forehead until suddenly Monae shouted, "Stop it!!"
"Blaine! Don't! Stop killing people!!" She shouted and Blaine shot her a look. A look that made her want to immediately take back what she had said as shivers coursed down her spine.
It was a hard and terrifying look.
It was as if she could see the bloodlust raging in her venomously green eyes.
Suddenly a car pulled up and screeched on its brakes loudly, "Blaine! The police are coming!" Andrea yelled from the driver's side.
"Take Monae back home. I still have something that I have to do." Blaine told her sister and directed her attention to Cleo with an menacing glare, "This woman tried to–"
