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EnglishVoice Age
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North American (General)Transcript
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the woman laid sprawled on the tile, barely conscious. They observed her for a moment. Now what? Eddie said. You know what? Find something to keep her quiet with case. She wakes up and starts screaming, I'm gonna go soya that he found duct tape in a kitchen drawer. The woman came to life is he stuck it over her mouth and immediately tried to scream, her fingers clawing at him. He removed his belt and tied her hands behind her back, then pointed the gun at her and made her kneel on the floor beside Bill. Her eyes screaming out of her head terrified him. She couldn't have been older than 20. I don't know about this, he said. It's not right. Was it right when you did him? Floyd nodded toward Bill. This is different. You wanna live the rest of your life in a 6 ft prison cell because I'll die before I go there again? The woman screamed from behind her duct tape lips, Floyd said, Best to use the same gun. Give to me Eddie's heart. Hammered on his ribs, he looked at the pistol, a Smith and Wesson SD nine, like an anchor in his fist, the woman squeals became unbearable. Shut up! He yelled. The gun rose and stared at her. She went stiff, is a surfboard. Eddie could feel Floyd's gaze on his neck. A sour taste filled his mouth, his hand sliding on the course. Grip. Do it already, Floyd said. Or I will, and he stared into the woman's eyes. She looked familiar. The kind of young woman you pass on the street and think of as smart and confident and cute all at once, Eddie Floyd said, stepping forward. There was no other way. Eddie stilled his breath, said, I'm sorry and squeezed.