MAKE ME MOAN, BOSS
I state, drawing her into more daze, which she cloaks in a minute.
“I will be sure to pass your message, but I can also assure you that I would drink poison or hang myself and die other than losing to you—but before I can die, I will make sure I have stuffed you with shit that will kill you slowly and painfully. So take this straight and overserious, because I will not also repeat myself—the next second that your shandow gets close to my husband, I will forget about drinking poison and feed it to you instead. Or better still, dismantle your empty head with bullets!” She affirms, looking at me like a real murderer.