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I-SHIRLEY

CHAPTER 18

Ackermann stood in front of Martha and Michael, with the knife still in his hands and a tear-dripping face. Michael had locked himself in his mother's arms as they both stared dead at Ackermann. The Angel of death stood and watched the show from a distance. He had spat to Ackermann how he'd get out the never-ending nightmare, and that way was the only way to go out. "All you have to do to get out of this is quite simple actually. I said that would not work earlier, but scratch that. I make the rules here and I can change them as much as I see fit. You claim these two are not real, you claim they are long dead. So if they are already dead and not real, there wouldn't be any problem with slitting their throats and gutting them limb from limb right? After all that was what you brought the knife for, right?"

Ackermann knew he was a complete monster for even considering to do the bidding of the Angel of death, even if they are not real, but