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My father used to say: a oes out, and he takes it An ideology I live my life by When I want power, I create it When I wantwill stand in my way

Doubt has no place indisease today? Why is the idea of handing Celia over to themy stomach?

There is an invisible rope wrapped around my neck, and with every inch Ihts and catch my breath The rope refuses to loosen, no matter how much I reason with myself

Every second I waver is uncertain And uncertainty gets you killed

I squarethe money; he can also handle Celia’s transfer I’h with it if I was the one that had to do it Call h with this if I saw her face again

Most of the bidders are still crowding around the ar smoke coats the air so thick you can taste it Tucked in the back of the roolassOn the other side of that is the roo stupid When I enter, he’s at his terht of the dooratching the cale

I step inside his sanctuainst his desk “You handle the transfer?”

Soo nods “I’ve just finalized paye”

His long fingers stroke over the keyboard as he finishes typing the sales sheet, then he stands, walks across the roorabs a mound of silver chains from the floor On one end is a spiked choke collarme from the inside out

“What the fuck is that?”