“You Still Want To Kill Me?” (any GTA verse)
“Honestly?” She asks, flipping her hair off her shoulder and out of her face. ‘Gunkey’, or so they called him, sat, hands bound in front of her.
“As much as I enjoyed listening to your little story about how you got wrapped up in this mess, the payment for killing you is pretty handsome.” She pulls a chair over, thankful she remembered to bring a few down to her basement. Kidnapping him was easy enough, but he really started putting up a fight when she got him down here. A few hours ago, he began to mellow out. “How about this. You tell me. Why shouldn’t I kill you? What good comes from that?”














