The End

Go ahead bitch, you can’t do anything that hasn’t been done already.”

Ciara leaned in, breathed along the man’s neck, smelled fear under the odor of sweat and gunpowder and blood. She grabbed a hank of the man’s hair and pulled his head back until he looked into her eyes, “Darlin, I’ve a very creative imagination. So, let me assure you I can and will do things to you that you’ve never dreamed of. Whether you tell me slow or quick, I am your end.”

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