CHAPTER 43: THE DEATH OF ME

~ SELENA

“Get the car ready Thompson, let me get her ready,” Drogo said as he held his chin, strapping the gun back into his pocket.

“You want to kill me, kill me now, and let’s get this all done with,” I yelled but he only stood there, studying me, and then, he smirked a bit.

“Why are you in such a hurry? It's not like I’m the one to kill you anyway. I’m just the messenger, why don’t you just relax?”

I stood frozen in disbelief as Drogo was there, standing before me with a dark and evil smirk playing on his lips, as he rolled his palms against one another as though wanting to do something sinister to me.

My mind raced, trying to comprehend the situation. What was he after? What did he want?

I watched him pull out the gun, as he flashed it before me. He folded his arms in his pits while holding firm to the gun

“Like what you see?” He asked as he laughed at me without end.

"What do you want?" I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper, though the fear coursing through m