“Open your mouth,” he commanded.
“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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