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She was holding the gun to his throat, one wrong move, and he was dead.
As soon as the elevator opened, he punched her in the stomach, making her loose balance, and the gun.
He then shoved her to the ground, but she gets up quickly.
She ran towards him trying to punch him, but he grabbed her hand in time, spinning her around, and then put his hands on her throat, intending to suffocate her.
She gasped for air, feeling the oxygen fading from her body. She punched him with her elbow, caughting him off guard, he stumbled and lost his grip.
It didn't last long, but after a few moments he recovered and grabbed her hips, throwing her body to the floor. She lost all the strength she had in her body, Something had probably broken, her vision began to blur, and her mouth began to taste like blood.
He walked toward her, and He lowered himself to her level. He then removed her mask with disarming precision, then grabbed her by the neck, without hurting her, just to make her look at him.
"I saw the full report, you and 246 worked at the same amusement park, do you have feelings for him?" he said, still holding her neck.
Then, He took a small knife from his uniform pocket and pointed it at her neck. He didn't want to kill her, not at all, he simply wanted to see her beg for her life, to be spared, but not at all, she didn't say anything, as if to say to do it.
Then, with great precision and speed, she reversed positions, finding herself on top of him, with the knife pointed at his neck.
"I see" he whispered.
Immediately after, without even trying a little, he picked her up and threw her back on the ground.
"Are you going to stop? You have a broken rib, you're bleeding from literally every part of your body, and you are as weak as my grandma."
She wasn't listening to him, in her own time, she got up, to go towards him.
He then grabbed a bottle of whiskey that was sitting on the table, and threw it straight at her head without much effort. Her body immediately fell backward on impact, like the body of a dead man after being shot in the head, with the only difference that she was simply unconscious and not dead.
He approached slowly, her body covered in whiskey and blood, including her hair.
"I told you to stop, but you never listen" he said with a smirk on his face.
He then grabbed her body, placing one hand behind her neck and head, and the another behind her knees.
He looked at her for a moment, her face was relaxed and peaceful, blood was exiting from the edges her mouth. She was so beautiful.
Now that he was really looking at her, on her arms she had cuts, not cat scratch cuts, but self harm cuts. She wondered what thoughts tormented her so much that she had to resort to violence.
After some time of thinking, he finally got on the elevator.