“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

               “Why?”

              “I want to see your teeth.” I smirked, and he growled in frustration when I didn't comply.

             “Cameron!” he barked, and a young man came forward. “Shoot her. I'm tired of playing games.” Cameron reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun, resting the barrel against the back of Isabel's head.

             “Stop!” I shouted frantically. “I'll... I’ll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt her.”

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