*** "Please!" Ivy's wet hand trembled, the once oozing gash now spurted blood with Ivy's tears mixed in. "Please," Ivy's hoarse whimper seemed to motivate the wounded to only just keep her eyes open. Israel drowned her out, tearing himself out of his shirt to provide some aid. Rolling it as tight as he could in a ball, he pressed down into the wound, soaking the cloth. It seemed to engulf it, drenching his shirt completely. His mind raced. How could one person lose this much blood. In all the lives he'd taken, he had never seen so much blood. The red ink seemed to stain his vision, blurring his memories. He couldn't understand. "Xio, look- look at m-me," Ivy hiccuped, her face saturated with tears, she could barely breathe let alone speak, her fear choking her. Ivy's begs and pleas fell on Death's ears. *** When she meets Israel, he lets her know he's not what she expects. Who would've known that he was much worse and that he could only lead to her fatal demise. Started:- 06. Feb. 2021 Finished: •London based• Highest Ranking : #5 in Drill, #1 Black British (2/11/23)

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍?

Told the bitch, "Don't look my way If she do, her whole face gon' be missin' (yeah, yeah, yeah) And she stay with her face to the wall So I guess that she got the picture