"Ah…" Zoey gritted her teeth as her body heavily landed on the floor -- face first. She sucked air through her gritted teeth, wincing in pain on the side of her stomach.
Zoey panted for air as she immediately put pressure on her bleeding wound. Blood oozed out from her, slipping through the tiny gaps in between her fingers.
"I missed on purpose, Miss Z." The man coldly informed, not putting the gun down. "Three shots -- I'll waste three bullets on you."
He affirmed it as revenge for all the blows that she launched on him. The man then spat out the blood that was clotting inside his mouth along with the tooth he lost.
"F*cking…"
*BANG!*
Again, Zoey writhed in pain, choking momentarily upon the pain on her shoulder. This man… he was surely decisive in killing her, slowly and painfully at that. He didn't even bat an eye upon his second shot.
