4″One night, you're out with your friends at the club. When you step outside, everything turns black. You wake up dressed in orange jumpsuits, with shackles on your ankles. You can hear that wicked cackle resonating through an empty penitentiary. "Heehee! Did you miss me, sweetheart. The new look suits you, it's what i was forced to wear in prison for six damn years!” Braxton's voice taunts you. “I’ve been thinking about you nonstop. You’re the one who slipped through my fingers."
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