This bitch is crazy! he thought as the dismay he felt spread across his face.

“I let you keep your life last time,” Miamor said as she spit blood from her mouth. She was dizzy and she knew that she didn’t have much time. Her life was on a countdown. She was slipping away. Her energy was low, and she could feel her life fading. Her body urged her to succumb to the pain, but her mind and strong will pushed her forward. If this was her day to die, then so be it, but she had never given up anything without a fight. She was going to fight for her life, and her weapon of choice was her mind.

“What?” Fabian asked. He was in disbelief at how resistant Miamor was to pain. He didn’t know that she was suffering in agony, because she would never allow him to see it.

Miamor was fucking up his mental, playing a game of mental chess where she devised the rules. She could see the hesitation in his eyes. All she had to do was keep talking. “You think my girls don’t know where I am right now, Fabian? Even if you do kill me, there are two bitches just like me that are still out there, and they are going to come for you, my nigga,” she said.

“Bitch, you can’t threaten me,” Fabian said nervously as he slapped her once more, the force behind it fading even more.

“I don’t make threats, sweetie. I make promises. What? You think they won’t know who did this to me? Your fingerprints and DNA are all over this fucking basement, dummy! They’re all over me, Fabian. We do this for a living. It’s not a game with us. We let you live last time. You can kill me, but you better know that my girls are gon’ come for you, and next time, they are going to do a lot more than leave you dickless. They’re coming, Fabian…”

Fabian’s eyes shifted around the room as if he was the one who was there against his will, as if he was looking for an escape.

Miamor coughed violently and her breathing became labored as she struggled to keep her strength.