"Are you ready?"
She raised her revolver and pointed it at my temple.
"Yes."
CHAKOW.
My bullet entered through her sternum like a button hole, it left her back like a baseball. Little chunks of spinal cord sprayed onto the capet around her feet.
CHAKOW CHAKOW.
One in the stomach, one in the heart.
She died almost instantly.
My ears hurt.
My wife fell to the floor, the light gone from her eyes.
It was supposed to my turn now, but more realistically she ******** it up and didn't pull the trigger when I did. That's how it was supposed to work, I don't have the courage to do this on my ******** what do I do?
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