“I’m just sayin’, wouldn’t wanna be you on judgment day. And considering the amount of blood on you, that’s coming pretty soon.” He motioned to her injuries.
She grit her teeth and sneered, pulling back.
“OR,” He looked at his nails, circling around her slowly.
“You can accept my offer. You wanna @$%&@# die a nobody? Or you wanna do something to actually matter?”
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