I hate you.
I want to kill you.
I want you to suffer.
А и ɢ з ʟ ɪ ϲ ค
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Angelica glared at him cruelly, not really offended by his bitterness. "You'd cry too, you dumbass, if someone just jabbed a knife into your stomach." She coughed lightly, spitting the blood stained spit on the floor. "I'd have your maid clean that up." She said, now sitting on the floor holding her stomach. Tears lightly went down her cheeks, it felt like she couldn't breath at moments which made her happy yet sad.
Finally huffing, Angelica stood up, walking straight past Alex and to the couch where she sat down. Her hand was pressing on the deep cut wound, just attempting to stop the bleeding. That was the one thing Angelica did know, because if she didn't make the bleeding stop she would most likely die from blood loss.
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