AZALEA
*3rd POV*
It was dark inside the room that they were in, the only light being emitted is from the small lamp in the table and behind it is a chair, one in which a man is tied up and beaten black and blue.
"I'll ask you one last time," Azalea said, a loaded pistol in her right hand and a pocket knife on her left.
She walked towards the table, the man glaring in her direction.
The moment she reached the front desk, she stabbed the knife deep into the wooden table causing the man to flinch.
"Who sent you?" she finished her question.
The man spit blood but it didn't reach her face, it only fell on the table top and a few saliva webs dangle on his lips.
Azalea closed her eyes trying to calm her nerves.
"I'm giving you ten seconds before I blow your brains out your head, so start speaking your final words," she said pacing back and forth slowly in front of the table.
"You think you scare me you little slut?!"
"10,"
"You piece of shit! Your just a girl and I'm a man!
"9,"
"I would never talk, even if it's the last thing I do, you whore!"
"8,"
"You're just like your father! Cold blooded murderers!"
"7,"
"I'll wait for you in hell, and when that happens, I'll fuck you even satan would be jealous!"
"6,"
"If you kill me now I'm telling you they won't stop!"
"5,"
"They will hunt you down and kill you and your father!"
"4,"
"You will regret this day, I'm telling you this!"
"3,"
"Wait till my boss get his hands on you!"
"2,"
"He will murder you with his bare hands!"
"1,"
The man started breathing heavy, as if he's suffocated.
Azalea faced the man again and smiled so sweetly you would have never thought she can do what she's capable in doing.
"Your boss would have to get a hold of me first before he can murder me, now can he?" Azalea smirked before pointing the gun in front of the man's face.
"And too bad you won't be able to come out of here alive to tell him this..." Azalea picked up her knife from the table and stabbed the man's shoulder causing him to yell out in pain.
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