Freira screamed—loud and full of pain. She grabbed her arm, trying to stop the oozing blood as she tried to clear her blurry vision. Her mind was spinning and she was breathing heavily. She roamed her eyes around, seeing the four men still inside that room. They were all looking at her, yes, but they do not care to help her out. Not when the one who just shot her is their brother. Or maybe they are really just heartless.
“Just end my agony,” she pleaded.
She twitched when she felt the pain more when she spoke. Her eyes moved to the right, seeing Arthur crouching down at her with the gun still in his hand.
“We would like to propose a deal, Miss Freira,” Arthur said.
Her breathing hitched when she felt someone pull her up and she felt a chest against her back. She had no choice but to le
