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Kristen: What do you want from me?
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What do I want from you? I wanted you to break down and break the facade that you created and maintained for years. You would be my very first victim on my list, and you deserved it, Kristen Suite.
You fucking manipulative demon.
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Kristen: What do you want from me?
Helena: Hm? What do I want from you? Isn't it already obvious? I want you to give yourself to the police and confess all of your hideous crime that led me to hang myself.
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Kristen didn't reply. Maybe she was just too shocked or too scared to reply, knowing that I had everything.
Thus I closed this with few texts;
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Helena: Sweet Kristen, are you trying to catch Cerise? Awww, too bad. I already told her that she should move to save herself first.
Helena: You should've known that you're dancing in my hand now. There is no escape from me, Sweet Kristen.
