He put the gun to her head.  He clenched his teeth, and his voice was so forceful, almost demonic.

     “You not in charge here, bitch.  I am.  Go over with others or you be laying next to asthma wimp with bullet in you head!  Now, go!”

     She walked a little ways and turned around.

     “Go to hell.”

     “What, bitch?!  What you say to me?!”

     “You heard me.”

     She laid down, on her stomach, facing the wall.  He came up behind her, put the gun barrel to the back of her head, and pulled the trigger.  When it clicked, she closed her eyes,...

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