"Jasmine, you don't have to do this!" Uncle Tobias yells, desperately trying to free himself from his restraints. I continue holding eye contact with Jasmine, the blue in hers burning with a hatred for me. My eyes flicker to the end of the barrel and I swallow, my throat running dry as I picture her pulling the trigger on me.
"Go on. Beg for your life." Jasmine says icily, ignoring Woody's and Tobias' protests entirely. It's like her and I are the only people in the warehouse, her entire attention is focused on me. I scoff at her words, shaking my head in protest —
"Never going to happen. If you want to shoot me, shoot me. Begging for my life isn't going to save me." I respond back shortly. Jasmine sneers at me, unhappy with my response. I stare her down coldly, the emotion completely ri
