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Thirty-Six

The end was near and they knew it. The wind around them was heavy, who would blame it? Carrying the stench of betrayal and death. The thick woods was quiet, not the usual quiet—ghost silent. Only the approaching steps of Andre or should he be called Benjamin could be heard as they stepped away further, deeper, away from Maria in her own pull of blood.

She had not put up a fight, she was not given the chance. Something betrayal would do. Shot in the back, and then her chest. Andre knew for sure she was dead. He picked the phone up, dialled a number and a similar phone rang somewhere inside a building. Jones picked the call,

Get the tickets ready, we will be leaving soon.”

Jones put the phone back into his pocket, swiftly pulled a black gown with bright sparkles from a hanger. He made his way to the dungeon,

“Put this on now, ” he tossed the piece of cloth to Christy, Christy briskly cladd
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