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He holds your chin in his left hand, his right holding the gun he had against your head just moments before. His smile was sickening, his eyes holding a crazed glint within them. To think you ever loved this man. To think you ever loved such a monster.
"I told you this would happen, sweetheart," he said with a grim chuckle, rubbing a thumb over your wounded lips. "You only have yourself to blame."
You give him a dark glare before spitting in his face, the bloodied saliva hitting him square in the eye. He lets go of your chin to wipe the substance off with a sigh, standing up straight as he clicks his tongue.
"Such a shame, I thought you were better than that." He chuckles again, raising the gun to your head and pressing the warm metal to your skin. "Any last words? Ya know, before you can no longer spew 'em?"
You glance up to look him in the eye. "There's a special place for you in hell."
He smiles, placing his finger on the trigger. "Keep my seat warm for me." A gunshot rings through the air.