Murderer

Murderer

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"Come with me," he said running out the door gripping my wrist so tightly that I winced in pain; his shiny black gun pointed downwards in his other hand. "Where are we going?" I asked; my voice trembling. "With me. You're mine now." I should have ran when I had the chance.
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I grab on to his arm. "C-Come with me, please." "Now is not the time for negotiation." Luke grits. "He's going to be here any second and you will be a splatter on the ground if you don't go!" Tears fill my eyes. "W-will you meet me out there?" He clenches his jaw. "Yes...run!"

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