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The city of Italy was cold in the morning, as the early morning breeze blew the curtain that sent shivers to the sleeping Jane, who wrapped her blanket tightly as if dreaming of something. “So, he was the traitor among us? we should probably find a suitable punishment for him," Said the most ruthless person among them.
With a lot of anger in his eyes, he removed his gun from his pocket and aimed at all the glass cups lined up perfectly well, before shooting at them. “How dare he try to go against our brotherhood? I trusted him so much," he said with so much disgust.
He spat out saliva on the floor, then used the back of his palm to wipe away his mouth before using his leg to cover it up. ”What do you suggest is the most suitable punishment?" he asked his fellow gang.
They murmured some words between themselves, finally one of them spoke out. One of the men in the gang who was well-known as SNAKE, Immediately suggested they cut his hands off. Wow, how did I even know his name was the snake? “Sure that a very good idea.” The leader of the gang nodded in approval.
He turned to face the guy, who was thrown forcefully on the floor like a beggar. He gave a satisfactory smile that meant he had won. “Call that girl Jane in here," he commanded. “Yes, sir," one of the gang said bending his head before leavening.
Why was My name being called? That was my name. Immediately I came In, I knelt in front of the boy whose head was bent and was waiting for his fate, this isn’t real, right? Why did I have to look at him with such pity? “Give her the ax!” The gang leader commanded. “Cut his arm out, or I kill all of you in the camp." He said with finality.
“No, no, I can't do that!" I objected. “You can't?" He asked. “Get me, two kids!" Did he command? or is he trying to trick me into committing this kind of crime. That I might live to regret.
They came in with the kids. "Why are they here? don't touch them!" I said I moved closer to the kids who were pushed in, I held their hands, hiding them at my back. I kept widening my hands to indicate that, he shouldn't hurt them. ”Then do what you were asked to do!" I looked at the boy who was thrown on the floor.
He looked up, staring directly at me. Not knowing what to do. I knelt and started crying. "Please don't let me do this!" I pleaded. Maybe something better please," I begged further making him laugh so hard. He felt he was in full control, yes he was really in control, no doubt. ”Okay, marry me!"
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