You'll Rue This Day
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With Archer being the oldest of three, she's determined to give them a better life than her 'donors' The Gheata's. Planning their escape she comes across challenges and belittlement ,with a new identity and determination she strives to maintain her promise.
"Hmm, I did say YOU WILL RUE the day you cross me",she chuckles, staring at the helpless individuals."Feels refreshing to finally have you all here like helpless little pigs ready to be slaughtered but before that we will play a fun little game....", she paused then continued "To see who will be the lucky winner to be butchered first", Archer acted like she was deciding by looking around the room innocently until she spotted him.
"Wilbert Gheata, ear alrajul I suppose we will start with you since you love to entertain so much we will put on a show for our dear audience", she said with a sadistic grin while approaching him.
" I'm actually glad I delayed it for so long don't worry...you won't feel a thing", she smiled
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