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Chapter 3 Please Sir Let Me Go

Word Count: 1600    |    Released on: 05/05/2025

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tumbling backward before she turned and bolted, slipping in the puddle

nimal fear. The kind that lived in the marrow of the bones, in the heartbeat of pr

u

OMEBODY PLE

throat in a scream so

e ans

just ran. Faster. Harder. Like maybe, if she push

ed again. "PLEASE! O

oat burned. She could taste salt..tears, bl

e out in panicked sobs. Her arms were hugging herself as

eep her from falling apart. Her limbs were beginning to betray her, her knees weake

, mixing with the rain that

g so hard she

NYTHING! I SWEAR I DIDN

slip

ed forward, knees crashing against th

stole the air from her lungs. Her scream didn'

l. Her voice cracked under t

e didn

as she gripped her knees to stop it from blee

AS JUST GOING HOME...I WAS

ed again.

THERE? PLEAS

o footsteps

around her in a blur of rain and shadow as she felt dizzy. Wha

eel her consciousness flickering like the ha

AN'T...OH GOD PLEASE..

e pushed forward, one foot dr

ONE...ANYONE

d of sounds you make when you're past the

r this," she sob

legs gave out fo

hest, her cheek, her body folding into the soak

coll

nto the cold

hed. Her body r

e sky, soaked hair c

n she f

pres

und. It wasn't

s pre

ig

o

eath pulling up a chair. She

lread

as t

ng ove

ead, trembling,

ot stop shaking. Then he crouched. His black bo

w them

an despite the storm

alk. Like the wo

on his knee, the other holding the pistol she

s still wet

was s

ile of a m

predator who ha

ell," he

o we ha

ing came out. Her jaw tre

d solved itself. Like he already knew everythi

g in, eyes dragging over her soa

d, panicked sobs cat

d to see," he continued, casually pressing the ba

tal wa

d it b

violently she ne

d darkly. "What shall

, eyes glinting wi

your brains. Right here. Right now. Le

ith rain on her cheeks. "Don't kill me. I didn

e of her pleading. Her tongu

...I have a job.

it ha

warmth

her body before sh

through her jeans, pooling under her knees and she felt it...eve

as she placed her

shiver harder than

c look

ack up

he s

ly, like he was complimentin

ilent sobs as she cou

even pulled t

across her jaw, over her lips, tracing

smell like fear. Your pulse is poun

loser. Inches

dropped

nd no one...no one...would ever

bing. "Please...please do

placed his finger

yth

red. "Please, I s

e brushing her cheek, gun

as fire agai

beg, p

ittle

'm begging you

ymore..it sounded hollow, broken, the final

eading to be

tness. Not as a mistake. But as a human.

was no h

mer

pau

d her thr

ge

hesi

merc

ke he fucking owned it, like it wasn't pa

pipe forcing her spine to

eath h

gers clawing, trembling, pressing, pleading..but h

nyth

ight

g pulse beneath his palm. R

cking

ainst the inside of his belt like it wanted to tear th

locked

rn

ri

ng

ho

in closer. His nose touching hers as

idea," he growled "how pr

linke

n a

drops. Her nails dug into his wrist, leaving ti

ank h

jaw, tilting her face up to him,

re. Right now. And there's not a single fuc

into her ears and cu

obbed

pistol harder against her cheek. "Let the rain wash a

..." sh

ted hi

l beg

he croaked. "I swear.

r for a long, d

g flickered b

me

ere

her throat slowly as he s

muttered til

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