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Kiara's pov:

"What are you? a friend or foe?" The unfamiliar voice repeated, this time the gruffness of his voice doubled.

My heart dropped inside my stomach. I felt my breath cease at once as my soul dissipated. I knew I was guilty but was this going to be it?

The moment I finally die?

Maybe?

"I–" I coughed and spluttered, tears coursing down my face.

"Be reasonable with your answer because both have consequences," He warned, shoving the pistol inside my hair.

What does he mean by that? That meant either way I was already trapped.

"I…I'm a slave," I replied instead, closing my eyes and praying silently that he doesn't pull the trigger.

"And What's a slave doing here?" He asked.

I tried to turn but he fixed the gun firmly on my head. "One shot and you die. Don't try anything funny, raise your hands,"

I lifted my hands slowly above my head with trepidation, literally angst.

No…I can't die this way.

The adrenaline surging through me whispered two words - fight or flight?

In my small hea