𝐻𝒶𝓁𝒻 𝒪𝒻 𝑀𝒾𝓃𝑒

"One half of me is yours, the other half yours-Mine own, I would say but if mine, then yours,And so all yours." he says as holding my William Shakespeare book.

I didn't know whether to feel frighten of him or intrigued that he knew his shake spears.

His big honey brown eyes met mines. Our eyes locked into each other cause a feeling of intense . It's as if he was staring inside my soul. I immediately disconnect my eyes from him .

He reached into his back pocket . He then held a pistol . He threw it on the bed , in front of me.
"Here's your chance to kill me and run . My guys won't dare stop you. But if you choose life for me . You'll have to stay with me forever. The pain I'll reflect on you well be misery. Hell on earth. My life is in your hand . Your choice beautiful." his upper eyelids raised in a stare.

He was serious . This was my only chance to leave . I quickly grab the pistol from the bed.

( The decision I made that day , was probably the worst I've ever made.)