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Chapter 152: Carla

Carla's mouth dried up.

He did not want her to...?

He spoke more, gesturing at his shoulder with his free hand.

"Dude, I do not know what I'm doing," she said.

He replied as he had, in words she didn't know then followed it up by straightening his arm and pointing the gun at her.

She flinched. What were the chances he'd bleed out before she could finish? And could she use this as an opportunity to injure him further thereby allowing her to get away?

"Okay." She swallowed and took the tweezers. "This is a really bad idea."

He didn't speak, just pointed the gun at her.

"Great. Just what I wanted to do today." She clicked the ends of the tweezers together and braced herself.

Up close the wound was worse. Much worse. Bits of flesh and muscle were churned up. She was fairly certain that bit of yellowish white was bone. And this guy was standing there as though it didn't hurt in the slightest.

"Fucking hell this is gross," she muttered.

Carla braced her hand against his
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