Dylan blocked them.
“Nobody takes my Reagan!”
People in black came in and went to my bed.
The leader had a letter.
“We have to take care of Reagan. Move
please.”
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- 7.
The divorce lost Dylan his right.
I was taken away.
I woke up from death when I heard knocking.
I had a plan with the death company.
Dylan hurt me, so I would make him see me
die and suffer.
That was my revenge.
I paid the company and knew where to go.
I pulled the leader and asked.
“Can I join?”
“Lots of people are hurt. I know how they
feel. I want to help them.”
The leader thought and said yes.
I joined the company.
I moved on and started new.
The company had a client to fake their death
in the place where I got kidnapped.
When we got there, Dylan was there.
He had Brittany tied up.
He had my uterus in his hand.
He was losing it.
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“Reagan, look! I gave back the uterus and the
blood!”
“We can fix this! We can start over!”
“I did my time. I’ll fake my death, and we’ll
start over in another country!”
He looked crazy.
I backed away.
“We help people escape. We don’t help
criminals escape punishment.”
Police were coming.
We called the police.
We called the police.
Dylan looked sad.
When the police came, he stabbed himself.
“I’m sorry, Reagan. This is my last payment.”
Dylan fell to the ground, dead.
- 8.
After Dylan left, I started working.
Brittany had a scandal online.
The baby was her driver’s child.
She lost her job and got dumped.
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Her parents kicked her out because they
realized that she had been lying to them.
I helped people get out of bad situations.
After two weeks, the company got a client.
The death was happening in the place where I
got kidnapped.
It was Dylan.
Brittany was tied up and drained of blood.
Dylan was holding a uterus.
He looked crazy.
“Reagan, I gave the uterus back and the
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“Everything is fixed! We can start over!”
“I paid my price, and then I’ll pretend to be
dead. I will take you somewhere else, and
we’ll have a life!”
The man was too weird. I went to the door.
“We help people run away. We don’t help
criminals run away from being punished.”
Police were surrounding the place. We had
called them as soon as we had gotten there
and seen what was going on.
He knew it was over.
As the police were about to arrest him, he
grabbed a scalpel and killed himself.
“I’m sorry, Reagan. This is the last I can give
you.”
The man fell to the ground. It was all over.
