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I threatened hissing. " Now, do you still want to ask me what you did wrong? " I questioned, and he nodded negatively, denying the fact that he didn't want to know what he did. " So I'd advice you to choose the quiet way and easiest way of dying Rogers, I already sent the suicidal note to your parents and they seems so pleased to receive it, so just follow my lead and lead a quiet end." I scoffed before walking out. If having hot water poured down from his head to his feet and getting whipped in the process didn't seem like an easy death to him like it looks to me, he could choose another way to die.

*Rebel POV* I always wondered what death would feel like. Cold? Peaceful? Or just void. Not that I planned to die this young. Though the future is uncertain. Who would have thought I would die young? It seems so unfair. I didn’t get to spend more time with my brother, I didn’t finish college, and I never got to solve the mystery of my birth—the list goes on. However, the moment it happened, I gracefully accepted it. I surrendered to my fate for once. It was peaceful, dark, cold, and there was that void as well. It was as if I was floating in space with no worries in the world.

As he spoke, his tone remained devoid of emotion, as if he were merely recounting someone else's story. "I want to sever all ties with them completely. But I refuse to let them off so easily. Faking my death is my best option." Lisa studied the man before her, a trace of sympathy surfacing in her eyes. She thought for a moment before responding seriously. "Logically, drowning at sea is the easiest way to fake a death, but after what you just went through, I doubt you'd want to go near the ocean anytime soon. Falling off a cliff is too risky. I'd recommend a car accident instead."

“The only way you’re getting rid of me is in a pine box.” “A pine box.” I repeat with a giggle. “I highly doubt you would want to be buried in such a thing.” “You’re right.” Rosco grins, his eyes sparkling with delight. “The only way I intend to be buried is in your arms, with you right beside me.” “Does that mean that our death will end up being a murder suicide?” I ask curiously. “That’s the only way we would both die at the same time.” “It means that you better never go before me; otherwise, you’ll have my life in your hands.”

The sound of water in the distance, makes me feel like I’ve wandered into some secret of the ocean. When I turn toward a far wall and see what I know to be tombs, I gasp and cover my mouth with my free hand. I knew that humans buried their dead in different ways, though shifters don’t do it. We burn our dead, returning their ashes to the earth. Freeing some in the wind.

I groan hopelessly, falling back to the ground. "The easiest way to die is to kill yourself. That way, you will be relief from all this. No one can kill you except yourself." Nana scoffed. "You are wrong." Jaden's voice came in at that moment, drawing everyone's attention to him.

I always pictured my death being an epic display of bravery and vigor, filled with explosions, bullets, and Satan personally welcoming me into the blazing gates of hell for my service here on Earth. But I couldn’t imagine a better way to die than with Ace wrapped in my arms, listening to his vulgar jokes, and exchanging I love yous before we breached the chasm of the unknown. His undeniable willingness to jump out of a plane without a parachute just to die beside me was his last and final grandiose gesture of unconditional love.

"I've come to reign with an everlasting peace, and all creatures, mortal and immortal, shall bow to me!" "Hitler said the same thing, but do you know how he died?" Monica suddenly retrieved her acidic tongue. "He committed suicide after losing at Waterloo. Count Dracula had similar intentions, but where is he now? Thousands of feet below the earth crust you and I walk on, languishing in the flames of hell for all eternity. You're going to fail at this. I can taste your defeat on my tongue. And you know what? It's fucking sore."

I could hurt his perfectly sculpted face. "Come on, sweetie. Put the glass down. You don't want to die, do you?" he looked at me calmly. "If you want to live, you will put the glass down, go to the bathroom and get ready to land. If not, my people will kill you in a few minutes. So ... you have to decide. The cards are in your hands, baby. What choice will you make? " Damn it. He was good at convincing. And he was right. If I hurt or even killed him, his people would kill me.

Saying this, they smiled at Ashley while she kept crying silently as one of them was still holding the gun in her mouth. Option one is to put six bullets from this gun in your forehead. Or we will cut you into pieces and feed you to the dogs. Or there is another option, we will throw you alive among sharks. Now you tell us how you want to die. We will kill you in the way you want to die. Although we wanted to bury you alive or skin you alive. This is our favorite way to punish someone. But since you are the lover of a powerful person, we are giving you options. Now tell us how you want to die? "