Your father lies on the cold concrete, bruised and bleeding, struggling to stay conscious. He came to save you, but Harry made sure he paid the price.

Now, Harry’s gun is pressed hard against your temple. Your breath catches. Every second feels like a lifetime.

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Father (weak, struggling): “Please… just let her go.”

Harry (icy): “She’s not going anywhere.”

He tightens his grip on you, gun steady and unwavering.

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Harry (to your father): “You see this? One wrong move, and she’s gone.”

You (voice shaking): “Dad, don’t—”

Harry (cutting you off): “Quiet.”

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Your father tries to push himself up, but the pain is too much. He can only watch helplessly.

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Harry (leaning close, whispering to you): “This is your life now. Obey me, and maybe he gets to live through it.”

He presses the gun harder, making sure you feel the cold bite.

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Father (desperate): “I’ll do anything. Just don’t hurt her.”

Harry (smirking): “You already lost the right to choose.”

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You’re trapped between the broken man who tried to save you and the ruthless man holding your life in his hands.