Mabel's POV

"Where is this place? " I asked Diane as I stepped out of the car , looking frantically over the vast piece of land.

"Somewhere you'll probably say your last words!" She replied , a small smirk forming on her face.

She suddenly brought out the gun from her pocket and pointed it at me.

"What are you doing ?" I whispered in fear, slowly moving backwards.

"What are we doing here ?" I asked again.

"To make pancakes " she rolled her eyes and I raised my brows.

"Obviously we're here to have you killed !" She snapped .

"No! no , please don't do this Diane...