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"IT BELONGS TO ME, DARLING" the deep voice resonated right behind your ears, a cold shiver running down your spine, just when you were about to glance behind, a cold metal made touch with your neck making you stand still in your place "try moving, your funeral will be next week" from how deep and raspy it was, you could say it was a male with body as twice as big as you.
                          
you gulped, the cold metal making close contact with your skin as you shut your eyes, heart and mind racing with so many thoughts, you knew the mistake was on you, you weren't sure what it was, a knife? a shotgun? how dumb were you to just shrug off when your apartment door is literally opened? the tiredness got the best of you and here you are, paying the price for it.
                          
keeping your mouth shut, you didn't say anything which possibly could piss him off and he would slaughter you right then and there, "you're such a dumb bitch, y'know?" he laughed, the hair in your neck standing at thee sudden breeze, "hm-mmm" he grabbed both your hands and had them behind you, "move" pushing you infront and made you stand before the couch.
                          
he finally walked before you, sitting on the couch, man was indeed a giant, him sitting on the couch before you, with an smug look, he oddly looked familiar, you never realised that you hands were already tied behind your back as you "tch" ed. his suit fitted him the best, he looked both like a model and a ruthless gangster "who are you?" your voice was strong and brave enough to make him raise an eyebrow in surprise.
                          
he chuckled, leaning back on tuee couch, crossing his legs on another, he blinked his eyes in a mesmerizing way, it was lazy and attractive, all at the same time "listen, if you want money, I'm sorry, I already am a broke bitch" you twisted your wrists as the rope he used to tie them has started to get irritate around your skin "money? I already do, love" he cackled softly.
                          
"then what the fuck do you want? and who are you? lookin' like a clown" you grimaced looking at him from head to toe, "you got a mouth there, no wonder he can't stand you" the word "he?" got your interest, ears perking up "who's he?" he laughed lazily, it's like everything he does is lazy but sharp and quick, he spinned the gun, which you now noticed, in his long slender fingers,





                          
"oh, a little patience might be worth the surprise, love"