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He woke up to the sun streaming in through the window. For a second, he thought he was free. He looked at the nightstand where the contract was sitting with a pen waiting for his signature. Panicking, he realized she was still on the couch staring at him, gun in hand. She held eye contact, not flinching even once.
His chances of escaping without signing the contract were slim, even though he could easily beat her up.
“Sign it. X is waiting for you.”
His heart leapt into his throat and he started drowning in waves of nausea.
Death awaits




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