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Cat & Mouse
What the frig was in those injections? Whatever it was, the good trip was definitely gone. I tried to focus. Nathan took the gun out of my face. He punched me hard in the stomach, knocking the wind clean out of me. He pushed me down to my knees. Held the gun to my head.
“You think you can come at us? You think you can stop an organisation like ours?” he said, each and every word speech-bubbling out of his mouth like in a comic book. “We’ve been doing this for years, love. We’re professionals.”
His words were getting to me. I knew what he was doing. He wanted me to die empty, not euphoric on the drugs. I felt small. I felt like curling up in a ball and giving up. I hung my head, the floor spinning.
“You’re just a little girl,” he said. “A little girl with a big ugly scar
