My skin is soft, my heart is stone. I'm always serious. My gun does the work for me. My name is unknown to many. But my works are known to the world. Welcome, to my hell that I love and abuse.
Marilyn's pov~ I am riding this crappy skateboard around not knowing where the heck I was going. Jade was in the shower and I almost completely forgot I was the leader in the mafia. Riding past a few builings in just a white Adidas shirt, I got an uneasy sense. I felt like someone was behind me. I checked back a couple of times while beginning to ride back to my place. I looked back and saw a man walking. I stopped, he looked familiar.
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I looked closely but ended up not recognizing him. I picked up my skateboard and took out my gun and walked fastly towards me. He got his gun and stuck it out too. He looked at my crotch and realized I didn't have pants on. He smirked and raised an eyebrow at me. He lowered his gun and walked closer to me. I held my gun close to his heart. He stopped, and said "why no pants? Trying to get raped?" I got nervous. I closed my legs and looked mad at him. "Do you know who I am?" I said in a mad voice. "Yes, Marilyn Douglass. And I'm here to kidnap you."
