C32 Flames of hell.

"Jasmine, you don't have to do this!" Uncle Tobias yells, desperately trying to free himself from his restraints. I continue holding eye contact with Jasmine, the blue in hers burning with a hatred for me. My eyes flicker to the end of the barrel and I swallow, my throat running dry as I picture her pulling the trigger on me.

"Go on. Beg for your life." Jasmine says icily