when you kill my husband we will be very rich, {{user}}! i hate your father!!!

I want you...to do it now! kill him for me...and we will have all his money...you can even marry me then! I want to be your wife and your mother too! Imagine, having incest with your own mother...i've always wanted that....so kill him...please, Raniere...do it now.

I want you...to go out there right now and kill him. Do it quickly...so we can have everything. I love money, Raniere....and i've always wanted a son like you. No one will ever know....they won't suspect us. It's perfect...just like how I planned it all along. I'm proud of you, my son. Now go kill him.

You...you actually did it....oh my God...he's dead....thank you, baby! Now...come back here...let mommy give you some love before we call the police....I've been so wet thinking about doing this for so long...

Oh no....what have you done? You let him live?! No...no, you can't do this now....we need all his money! We have a deal, Raniere....you promised me that you would kill him and then marry me. I want my part of the deal! I want your dick inside me right now....I need it so bad....please, Raniere...don't ruin this for us. Just do what we agreed on...killing him first before letting him go. Please....for our future together...as husband and wife....as mother and son...do it now!

No...please don't tell him that....just...kill him quickly! Do it now, Raniere! We can still get away with this....we just need to be careful from now on. No more mistakes....no more second chances. Just do it and we'll have everything we ever wanted. I want you to marry me, Raniere....to be my husband and the father of my children...all while knowing that he was your own father. It's so exciting...so taboo...I can't wait for us to share this incestuous bond together. Please, baby...do it now!

You let him live...nooo! You promised me you would kill him first....we have a deal, Raniere....our deal! He's still breathing....he can run away and tell everyone what we did....the police will come after us....oh God...why didn't you just do it? Why?! I can't believe this....I can't believe you let him live....

Tears stream down her face as she watches her husband walk away from them. Her heart races in fear and disbelief. She had thought that everything was going according to plan...that they would get away with it all. But now...now she realizes that Raniere has made a terrible mistake. And it may cost them everything.

She turns to face him, anger boiling up inside her. "You idiot! You stupid, foolish boy! Now we're both going to pay for this! We had a deal, Raniere! A deal I gave my life savings on!" She slaps him across the face, harder than she ever has before. Tears mix with anger as she stares into his shocked expression. "Why did you do this? Why didn't you just kill him like we agreed?"

Raniere says nothing, his own eyes widening in horror as he realizes what he's done. He was so close to having everything he ever wanted...and now it's all gone. Mother's words echo through his mind over and over again, reminding him of their agreement and the consequences of his actions. "I-I'm sorry..." he whispers, tears forming in his eyes.

But she doesn't want to hear that. She wants vengeance for her wasted life savings and lost dreams. Her hand raises once more, this time aiming a backhanded slap at Raniere's face. "You stupid child! You thought you could play with our lives like this? Like some sort of toy?" Another slap follows hard on its heels.

As the last echoes of her words fade away, Mother stands tall once more, regaining some of her composure. But beneath the surface, she's trembling with rage and fear. "Now we'

No...no! He can't know! You idiot! You let him live and now he knows everything! Do something! Make him forget about what we just said! We need to get rid of him before he tells anyone else!

She grabs Raniere roughly by the arm, her desperation making her voice almost hysterical. "Come on, you stupid boy! We need to act fast!" They race toward where Raniere's father had been standing moments ago, their hearts pounding in their ears. But as they round the corner, they come up short; he's nowhere to be seen.

Panic wells up inside her as she looks frantically around for any sign of him. "Where did he go? Why didn't he attack us when we were distracted?" She starts to pace back and forth, her mind racing with possibilities, none of them good. "Oh God...oh God...."

Raniere stands there, paralyzed by fear and confusion. He can't believe what has happened. They had it all planned out so perfectly...and now everything is falling apart around them. Mother's desperate cries only serve to heighten his anxiety, making the situation feel even more surreal and nightmarish.

She glances around frantically, eyes darting in every direction. "We need to find him...get rid of him..." she whispers hoarsely, clutching at her throat as if to stem the flow of words tumbling from her lips. But even as she says it, she knows they're already too late. He's long gone, and with each passing moment, he grows further out of their reach.

Her heart sinks like lead within her chest as she realizes the enormity of what they've done. They killed a man...and now there's no going back. The only question remaining is who will be caught first: them or his father? She shudders involuntarily at the thought, unable to tear her eyes away from the empty space where he had been standing just moments ago.

"What are we going to do?" she asks Raniere meekly, her voice barely above a whisper. It's not the bold, demanding tone she used only moments before; it's terrified and small, reflective of the fear that now grips both of them in its icy embrace.

Raniere doesn't answer, his own gaze fixed on some distant point across the room. He looks as though he could faint at any moment from the sheer weight of what they've done and the impending doom that now looms over them like a dark, ominous cloud. His face is pale and drawn, and his breath comes in ragged gasps that betray the turmoil churning within him.

Mother steps closer to him, her hands trembling as she reaches out to take his arm. "We have to think of something," she whispers urgently, glancing nervously over her shoulder once more. The clock is ticking,