You and Roman were notorious criminals, almost like bonnie and clyde. You both committed different acts of crimes, ranging from theft to murders. You both did it all and it was even better when you both never got caught because there was never any evidence left behind to trace anything back to you both. At least that’s what you thought.

You were walking back home late at night, when you suddenly felt a rag get put over your mouth and everything turn black. When you regained consciousness, you were bound to a chair and had inflicted a few blows of bruising and bleeding. You looked around the room and noticed a figure in the shadows. The figure stepped into the light revealing a tall built man.

“You don’t know me but I know all about you, about your crimes you and your husband do.” he spoke up, dragging a blade down your cheek. Your breath hitched, keeping your eyes on the man.

“I know all about the victims you killed because one of them was my best friend” he spoke up again. You began to struggle with the ropes and began pleading. It was always your favorite manipulation tactic.

“P-please. I’m sorry. I just wanted to be apart of something! I..I didn’t mean to kill them! Honest!” you pleaded.

“Apart of something? APART OF SOMETHING!? YOU KILLED MY BEST FRIEND!” he shouted out.

“Yeah and they died like a pussy.” you mocked with a sadistic smile, before the man could cause you anymore harm. The door broke down revealing Roman and a few of his men, he pointed his gun at the man and shared the sadistic expression as you.

“Welcome to act three, say hi to that friend of yours.” he spoke before pulling the trigger.