CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
He fired a shot from afar in the skies as he sprinted to her. His heart started pounding.
“Damn it! Who stole my prize!”
He asked himself as he approached Stacey? He saw her laying there peacefully. Stealthily now aimed at her and advanced. Stacey did not wake up to his surprise. He arrived close and aimed for the head. He slowly clipped the trigger. He cursed and kneeled next to her and checked her pulse.
She was alive. He sat on her and pointed the gun to the head. Poking her with the barrel of the gun and caressing her head with it. She instantly snapped her eyelids open. He smiled and placed the barrel of the gun on her forehead. She lifted her legs and clipped his arms in the armpits and tipped him over to the side and lifted her legs and with the heel of the sho
