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Nova SanClare||

Is he going to kill me?

Probably, he's probably going to chop me up into tiny pieces and have his goonies smuggle me across the Mexican border so no one will pin him to the crime of what happened to the beautiful, smart, kind, wonderful Nova SanClare.

Who might I add was lovely to everyone.

I sat frozen on my couch as he sat across from me on my coffee table. I could practically hear the wood screaming and begging for his big ass to get off of it. Poor coffee table.

He stared at me with his hand rested under his chin and his knife and gun on each side resting -again- on my coffee table.

"U-uh don't you think you're just a tinsy winsy too heavy to be sitting there..." I stammered I actually liked that coffee table. I bought it from a garage sell and it wasn't cheap.

"Don't you think you have bigger things to worry about rather than a fucking coffee table?" He asked with a smirk curling his lips.

The smirk wasn't a sweet one the bad boy in your English class gave you when he wanted you to skip with them. But this man, he had a serial killer smirk like he was ready to set my place in flames while I was in here and hear me scream in agony while he sat outside with a glass of water and watched.

"Perhaps you're right... Let me just sip my tea," I said pursing my lips he tilted his head to the right as if he didn't get me. I kept my legs folded underneath me and my arms stayed wrapped tightly around myself.

I was extremely uncomfortable under his gaze he had seen me in just my underwear and my sexy underwear at that. I mean I'm glad I wasn't wearing my period set which consist of pink bottom granny panties and my big worn out bra that was the comfiest because I've had it for years and it was broke in. My tatas ached during the time of the month I blamed it on them being so big. But that's besides the mound he violated me in a way! I sulked silently in thought then cleared my throat.

"Are you going to kill me?" I mumbled shakily he looked me over from my light tan skin all the way up to my blonde locks of hair and he locked his chocolate eyes with my ocean blues.

"I don't know yet..." He shrugged I nodded because that had to be the most detailed elaborated answer I have ever gotten. Note the sarcasm people! Note it!

"I like you're shirt."

I looked down at my big thin white t-shirt that was very much see through, his eyes which I
would like to call coal couldn't look away from my chest. I assumed he liked the shirt because he liked the gun on the side like it was going to be tucked in some jeans. I nodded while giving him a smile "Thanks I got it at this department store, they have men's cloths too you should let me live so I can show you one day," I chirped his lips titled and he let out a hmm.

See what I did there.

Kill him with kindness.

"Cut the bullshit Conejito, what did you see in the alley?" He asked as he leaned back and grabbed his knife my breath hitched.

"Nothing nothing! Put down the knife so I can breathe! Dammit," I hissed he chuckled and put it down. I liked his laugh it sounded nice... But it was evil and teasing. I intently wondered how could someone look so good but be so bad and- and crazy?

"You didn't see anything in the alley?" He asked again.

"I'm not a snitch bitch if that's what you're worried about. I promise not to tell anyone," I said frantically he chuckled deviously.

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