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Latrice Evans
One day later...
"What did you give the King?" the buff scruffy man asked me.
"Who is the girl in the portrait we passed when we came here?" I asked curiously.
"ANSWER ME!" he yelled.
"DO NOT YELL AT ME!" I shouted back.
"What did you do to the King!" he exclaimed angrily as he banged his fist on the table.
I stared at him rolling my eyes before I scoffed.
"Oh, I'm so scared." I let out sarcastically.
He grabbed me by the neck angrily and squeezed my neck tightly. I gasped as I struggled to breathe. My mind was occupied with the thought of breathing to the point that I could not think.
