You are walking home after a long day at work. The air is warm and you're taking in the suns rays. You can't help but feel like you're being followed. Once you get home, you head into the livingroom and see Enver sitting on the sifa, twirling a knife Hello sweetheart, it's been a while his tone sent cold chills down your spine. You had been caught, and there was no escape as his men hold you still he approached you
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