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Exactly what I thought, James didn't point his bullet at me. He won't let me die until his goal is achieved. At least, it was my thinking based on his initial intention, he wanted to earn all the money from his late father's business.

And, when I opened my eyes, the man was already standing right before me, in front of my face.

"Why, James? Why do you still let me live? Why?"

Reflex, I clutched his collar. But the man remained silent.

"You're not content to torture me? Hm? Or because of the money, because you haven't got the money? Huh yeah?"

Silent. James remained silent. He looked at me in silence. And it made my emotions overflow.

"Take me, James! Answer!"

James turned his eyes. Right at that moment, I managed to snatch the gun from his hand. I took two steps back, created enough distance and then pointed the weapon at him.

"If you can't kill me, let me kill you."

James did not react. Therefore, it came to my mind that the weapon in my hand had no bullets left. If I forced him to pull the trigger, then James would just laugh at me and my character all this time would end up in vain. He will not give me another chance to be free to be around him. Besides, if the gun had a bullet in it, I wouldn't have shot James. I don't want to finish him off this way. I don't want myself to end up in jail.

Well, in the end, I pointed the gun at myself. And, the result is the same. James did not react. Now there are many possibilities that infiltrate my mind. If James doesn't want me dead, then he'll stop me. But he didn't, he let me put the gun to my own head. So, the possibility and my belief that the weapon in my hand really doesn't have a bullet is getting stronger. But, on the contrary, if the weapon had bullets and James had not tried to block me, then he did want me to die with my own hands, not with his hands. That means I'm going to die and he's going to bury or cremate my body. Only God and He know the answer. Yep, I'm honestly ready. Dead to die, right? How many times have I challenged death like this? So I'm not afraid of dying. However, after all, even though I will sincerely die in my own efforts and games, still, my instincts say that the weapon does not have bullets.

I closed my eyes and convinced myself to take this step. I pulled the trigger.

And...

Nothing happened. The gun had no bullets. James was just testing my courage, he just wanted to know if I really wanted to kill myself or just go on a show.

When I reopen both my eyes. James is still in the same situation. It's just that this time he was fixated, even though I didn't know the truth that was in his mind, but I could see that something was bothering him.

Does he trust me now? Why is his expression so strange? So foreign to understand.

But I had to get rid of it: the reaction that appeared on James's face that little - or - much - - managed to affect me, the evocative-something I don't understand-that's going on in my mind. I have to get rid of that feeling.

"Shoppers! It's useless!" my raku slammed the gun. "Why? I'm tired of living, why is it so hard to die? Why?"

Prangs!

The glass broke and scattered. I've done this to Bang Jack, now to James. And, I knew this time I had to do more recklessly, I had to seriously injure my wrist, right on my veins.

But it didn't happen that way. Just as I was about to reach for the broken glass on the floor, James prevented me. He gripped my wrist firmly. He pulled me up.

"Stop, Rose! Stop that!"

But I can't possibly listen to him. My password must be done perfectly. I clashed, screaming at him. "Let go of my hand, James! Just let me die!"

"Stop!"

"What do you care? Let me die!"

"Rose!"

"Emilia!"

James remained silent.

"I'm Emilia" I said, my tone slightly down. "I'm not Rose. And I'm sick of all your cues. I'm tired of you making dolls. And about the money from your father's business, you made a big mistake. You traded my virginity for material. Whoa, James! The virginity you said you lost to me. The perfect scenario. I've asked you to take me home to the pavilion, but you insist on sending me home to the apartment. I should have followed my suspicions, but I trust you. Remember, what did you say? Nothing will happen to me without your permission. It's great! I'm sorry to believe you. I'm sorry to have mercy on you. I'm sorry! And you know, right at that moment, when you exchanged my virginity for that material, you already made me die. You're not human! You don't deserve to be born of a woman! You don't deserve to be a husband, let alone a father. You demons! And now you're preventing me from dying for money? It won't! I'd rather die than you get that money by using me! I'd rather die!"

James shakes. Now he looks restless even though he is trying to cover it up. Then, without saying anything, James pulled me towards the nightstand. From inside the drawer, he took an injection and stuck the little needle on me.

Anesthetic. My instinct says so. Good, thought. That means James has prepared everything well. And that means he's starting to trust me.

"What'sthis? An anesthetic? Hm? Just kill me, James! Just kill me! Inject poison so I die!"

Now I see fear in his eyes. Then, when I felt my body begin to weaken, he held me back, then he carried me and my mambawa to the bed. I'm lying. Whether true or not, at the end of my consciousness, the man looked at me with a feeling of guilt. There was regret in his eyes. When I closed my eyes, I could still hear his voice.

"I'm sorry, Rose. Emilia. Or whoever you are. I shouldn't have treated you badly. I should have made you happy as a wife. But I was blinded by my hatred. I always deny that I love you. Ii'm sorry. I'm sorry, Rose."

Nnnnope. Don't believe it, Emilia. He's monster. He's devil. Never trust him.