It took a second for Amy to run around the car toward the driver’s side. Before getting in the car, Amy looked around one last time. It was a mistake. When Amy opened the driver’s side door and looked around, that’s when she spotted the him. She saw him standing on the hood of a parked car, watching her. Her body almost became paralyzed when she saw the hitman standing from a distance on the roof of the car like a statue. She knew Paul could see her from fifty feet away. He was looking dead at her. The killer’s pristine black suit glistened beneath the parking garage’s lights. Amy got into the car, slamming the door and locking it. Her heart pounded against her throat. She knew Paul would make it up to the car in a few minutes, and she knew she would lose Azad if the assassin made it to the car in time. Amy pushed the car’s ignition start button while fidgeting with her necklace. When Amy turned the car on, the voice of a young man rapping emerged from the ca

Amy could barely raise her voice, and she couldn’t see where Azad was. She gasped and sobbed while listening to Azad cry out to her. Amy wanted to move her body when she could feel the Death Row Infantry-man pressing his knee into her back. Her body shivered from feeling the Infantry-man’s hand grabbing her butt and rubbing up and down the back of her thigh. The Infantry-man enjoyed himself exponentially. He was on top of Amy and he pinned her arms against her back with his knee grinding into her spine. The soldier’s large, sweaty hand tried to creep its way up between her inner thighs. Now was not a good time to have temporary paralysis. Amy couldn’t move her body, so her mind tried to go to another place. She thought about something pleasant, like her husband. She tried to imagine that it was her husband sliding his hand up between her legs toward her vagina and not a Death Row soldier. Amy could see the other Infantry-men standing over her and laughing at

Amy immediately laid the machine gun down on the wet pavement. She felt miserable and powerless again while staring into the eyes of the hitman. “You broke my nose,” Paul chuckled while pointing up at his face and walking closer toward Amy. “No one has ever broken my nose. You have my respect.” Paul gave Amy his signature devilish grin. It was the same grin he gave her in the hospital room after she witnessed him cut her father’s throat before she passed out. Amy swallowed a few times while trying not to break eye contact with Paul. “P-please don’t harm my son. Don’t hurt my baby,” Amy stuttered. She had a mental lapse and saw Omar in the hitman’s arms. Amy closed her eyes after the brief hallucination clouded her thinking. “Are you okay, Mommy?” Omar’s sweet voice kissed Amy, but she knew it wasn’t real. “Yes, baby. Mommy’s fine,” Amy answered softly before realizing her son’s voice was a hallucinatory manifestation. A few tear

“Oh, I’m so sorry, darling. I dislocated your wrist by accident,” Paul laughed after seizing hold of Amy’s hand and disjointing her wrist. The hitman found it funny while listening to Amy scream out in pain. She struggled to free her wrist from Paul’s grasp. “I’m so sorry, here let me fix your wrist.” Paul took Amy’s wrist and snapped it. After readjusting her wrist joint, the hitman raised his foot and kicked Amy in her chest, knocking her body into the front fender of a parked car. Amy’s eyes watered from the pain. She released a gasping moan as she struggled to get up from the ground. Amy stood up to see Paul making his way toward her. She swung her fist at Paul, but the hitman caught her by the arm. He struck Amy across her face with the back of his hand before twisting her arm behind her back and dislocating her shoulder. A blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the underground parking garage. Amy tried to fight back, but she couldn’t.

“I didn’t want this to happen!” Christina began crying while holding Amy’s hand. “My name is Christina Bassinger, and I used to be a mother and a wife like you. I was happy until Paul took over! He took my husband and my daughter from me! When he first entered my body, I thought it was demon possession. Each time he would enter my body, his presence would become stronger to a point that I couldn’t control him.” Christina spoke past her tears while clutching Amy’s hand between her palms. Christina wanted to maintain her control over Paul’s body, but she knew the hitman would eventually take back the wheel. Amy didn’t know what to say. She stood motionless while caressing Christina’s hand. It felt like she was interacting with the spirit of a dead woman who had possessed a man’s body. If Amy could step outside of herself, she would see herself holding the hand of a muscular hitman in a suit. Amy felt like something had possessed her. She tried to interact with Christin