Felicia, bruised and battered, could only writhe against the wall and mewl as the pistol barrel wedged up under her jaw.
"What life are you on at this point?" the red-hooded girl asked her with a psychotic smirk. "Seventh? Eighth?"
The pistol...
"What life are you on at this point?" the red-hooded girl asked her with a psychotic smirk. "Seventh? Eighth?"
The pistol...
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