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"No!" I screamed. "No! Stop! You can't hurt him!" I broke free for a moment, but a guard tackled me from behind and pushed my cheek to the floor. "I'll kill you!" I screamed. "You can't," I sobbed. A gunshot. I screamed into the ground, screaming unintelligent words. He was dead. He was gone.

If I didn't think that person's hand looked so darn feminine, I could definitely see the torture scene occurring right about now.


Contrary to popular belief, Roxy still insists Montagues stomach is the best pillow