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"One half of me is yours, the other half yours-Mine own, I would say but if mine, then yours,And so all yours." he says as holding my William Shakespeare book. I didn't know whether to feel frighten of him or intrigued that he knew his shake spears. His big honey brown eyes met mines. Our eyes locked into each other cause a feeling of intense . It's as if he was staring inside my soul. I immediately disconnect my eyes from him . He reached into his back pocket . He then held a pistol . He threw it on the bed , in front of me. "Here's your chance to kill me and run . My guys won't dare stop you. But if you choose life for me . You'll have to stay with me forever. The pain I'll reflect on you well be misery. Hell on earth. My life is in your hand . Your choice beautiful." his upper eyelids raised in a stare. He was serious . This was my only chance to leave . I quickly grab the pistol from the bed. ( The decision I made that day , was probably the worst I've ever made.)
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