Innocent Killers
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- Parts 2
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"Count backwards from ten." The words escaped my mouth, echoing off the walls until they hit the old man's ears. He flinched, I could smell the sweat pouring out his pores, along with the shit he just dumped in his slacks. "Ten," He finally spoke once feeling the cold metal in the back of his head. "Nine." He shuddered, whimpering for mercy as I buried deeper. "Eight." However, he did not spoke the words of mercy, the old man knew it was no way of getting out of this, no way of running. "Seven." I took the safety off, the loud click made him whimper even more, shake as if it were Antartica and also sweat as if he were in the middle of the Congo. I, on the other hand, felt nothing. How can you feel anything for someone you only met just five minutes ago? "Si-" The old man didn't finish, I was getting tired of his voice and the smell of shit in the air. His body fell flat, a pool of blood formed quickly- just what I wanted to see. No second kill shot, no time wasted to see if he were actually dead. Quick, fast, and neat.Complete
𝑱 𝑶 𝑲 𝑬 𝑹 & 𝑯 𝑨 𝑹 𝑳 𝑬 𝒀 - 𝕥.𝕜
𓏲 ࣪˖♡🔪𓂃 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝚔𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚣 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚒 𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚛..𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚐𝚎Complete![Her life is mine. [Nuzi]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/376817012-256-k747768.jpg)
Her life is mine. [Nuzi]
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Doh Hate The Player Hate The Game
"Lia stop fuck round wid mi bredda...right now yah mek mi head chip!"he yells. "Weh mi a do?..no you seh a did just wah one night thing!"i said sarcastically. " Yuh know seh yah fucking get on top a mi nerves,"he says grabbing my hand. "Or yuh just cyah keep yuh hand off a mi body," I said pulling away my hand. Watch as the playboy slowly falls in love with the school nerd,when he discovers how dirty she can actually get.Complete
"Count backwards from ten." The words escaped my mouth, echoing off the walls until they hit the old man's ears. He flinched, I could smell the sweat pouring out his pores, along with the shit he just dumped in his slacks. "Ten," He finally spoke once feeling the cold metal in the back of his head. "Nine." He shuddered, whimpering for mercy as I buried deeper. "Eight." However, he did not spoke the words of mercy, the old man knew it was no way of getting out of this, no way of running. "Seven." I took the safety off, the loud click made him whimper even more, shake as if it were Antartica and also sweat as if he were in the middle of the Congo. I, on the other hand, felt nothing. How can you feel anything for someone you only met just five minutes ago? "Si-" The old man didn't finish, I was getting tired of his voice and the smell of shit in the air. His body fell flat, a pool of blood formed quickly- just what I wanted to see. No second kill shot, no time wasted to see if he were actually dead. Quick, fast, and neat.
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