Twenty Seven
I allow my head to fall into my hands, crying for my loss of everything.
Shane walks up to me, holding his hand out.
“f**k you!” I snap. He sighs.
“Please don’t be difficult, Artemis. I don’t want to keep forcing you to do things.”
“So don’t! Why me? There are plenty of other girls that would happily rule by your side!”
He bends down next to me. “Because none of them are you, Artemis. You’re destined to be with me!”
“I’M DESTINED TO BE WITH WILLIAM!”
He sighs again. “I’ll give you all the time in the world you need to adjust, I promise. Just please take my hand. It would mean so much to me.”
“I will never take your hand.”
“Aaron, the chloroform please.”
Shane is quickly handed a rag coated with the scent of chloroform.
“Hell no!” I exclaim, but he already
