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Rodrigo
Italy
The sound of gunshot rang out as she halted. " Mother Agatha, please speak up", the sound of whimpering coming from the other end of the line. Fear swallowed her whole being as she heard the gunshot through the phone.
" God please, driver could you please drive faster than this-". " Am really sorry mam but this is the fastest I can't exceed this". The driver apologized soberly looking at her coloured drained face wondering what had spooked her.
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I stare at the nun, a bored expression on my face, as she begged for her daughter's life. My patience wearing thin as her beg for plea was beginning to infuriate me, all I want to do right now is pass a bullet through her fucking skull. I just love that red liquid when it flows and gushes out of their bodies, it has a fucking calming effect that turns me on.
I am still wondering how it's possible for a Catholic nun to have a daughter of this age,judging from her looks she should be around the age of twenty to twenty-three, her pale skin looks like she has jaundice. There is no fucking way I would let that thing get close to me. Her organs are better off harvested.
I thought nuns were supposed to be chaste and holy, at least that's what the rumours say. Am not really a church person but at least I know what the bible says about paying back your debt to your neighbors and this nun has refused to adhere to that teaching.
"Agatha how much do you have in there-".i asked as my gaze fell to the bag of money on the table. "Thr-three million sir-". "Just three million and you have the guts to waste my precious time-your time have long expired Agatha so your daughter would pay the price for your laxity. "Please Mr Rodrigo-". She whimpers as she watches me stroll over to the bag of money.
I walked over to the bag of money on the table, setting it ablaze, the fire consuming everything inside the bag. Gaps and muffled screams fills the air. I grin darkly as I watch them both, my patience wearing thin. " I don't need your money anymore Mother Agatha-". I say as I trace the gun over her roughly wrinkled skin, her fear thrilling me, I could feel every bit of it, her fear.