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Chapter thirty eight: Put it in

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"Are you. really going to shoot me if I don't obey?" Mabel huffed, folding her hands and staring intently into his eyes.

"I won't only shoot you but bury you in my backyard and plant flowers on your grave every night. Do you think that you have any impact on me if you die Mabel?" he asked, clicking the trigger which was still on her head.

"No, it won't, but at least you won't fuck my dead body!" Mabel replied, with a serious tone and an angry look on her face.

Brown let out a chuckle and took in a breath, "You think it's not possible to do that? But ew! I don't do that, and I won't do it either. Maybe, I'll make the model you hate-watch you while I fuck her," he paused and traced his hands on his lips.

"This wasn't what I planned for, it's meant to be you and I alone!" she whispered in an angry tone, pointing her fingers angrily as she spoke. She wasn't afraid of the gun which he pointed at her head.

"He won't do anything after all, I know this is his
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