Propane & bullet wounds
“I know you’re here,” she says as she drops her bags on her floor. A figure walks from the far corner of her living room. “Let’s get over with this,” she says as she ties up her hair. She had been expecting him and was ready. She wasn’t going down without a fight.
“Aren’t you going to offer me a drink? So welcoming you are,” he says sarcastically. “You’re here to kill me, not have a bloody tea party, mate,” she responds, sassily.
He then comes charging at her. She swiftly dodges him and punches him in the back. He kicks her leg and she slides on the ground. She then wrapped her leg around his foot making him fall. He holds on to her and punches her belly. She swings her other leg around and kicks him hard in his face. He holds his nose as blood drips from it.
He looks about ready to murder her. He takes out a gun and points it at her. She swiftly charged at him and knocked the gun out of his hand and kicked it away. He grabs her hair tightly and she elbows him in the gut and kicked him in the crotch twice. She then goes to get the gun but he held her leg making her fall on her face.
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