[ That was not a water gun. What in the world was that?
This man was dangerous. Despite the 'polite' offer, she knew he would still not hesitate to kill her if he had to. However, she did not like the thought of killing or hurting someone more than necessary. And, this was a boy. Probably only a bit older than her.
Maybe the waiter had sensed that from her at first because he was now looking at her pleadingly, still believing maybe that they were together. He was making one last attempt of rescue before the torture began. As if she had the power to control this monster of a man. Despite the name, she wondered if even a god could.
She dashed his hopes though by giving a bright smile, as if this sort of torture was just another day at the office. ]
Alright. I am going to need to touch up my make up anyway. Don't make me wait too long.
[ Her only hope to help the boy was encourage this fear. The more afraid he was, the less he will have to endure.
She leaned over, angling her face to look like she was giving him a kiss on the cheek and whispers to Bishop's ear. ]
He is a boy. Please do not kill him.
[ With that, she gives another giggle and walked away. Once she was out of earshot, she had to wrap her arms around herself to keep from shaking. She was afraid for the boy ... but most of all, she was afraid of this man named, Bishop. ]
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This man was dangerous. Despite the 'polite' offer, she knew he would still not hesitate to kill her if he had to. However, she did not like the thought of killing or hurting someone more than necessary. And, this was a boy. Probably only a bit older than her.
Maybe the waiter had sensed that from her at first because he was now looking at her pleadingly, still believing maybe that they were together. He was making one last attempt of rescue before the torture began. As if she had the power to control this monster of a man. Despite the name, she wondered if even a god could.
She dashed his hopes though by giving a bright smile, as if this sort of torture was just another day at the office. ]
Alright. I am going to need to touch up my make up anyway. Don't make me wait too long.
[ Her only hope to help the boy was encourage this fear. The more afraid he was, the less he will have to endure.
She leaned over, angling her face to look like she was giving him a kiss on the cheek and whispers to Bishop's ear. ]
He is a boy. Please do not kill him.
[ With that, she gives another giggle and walked away. Once she was out of earshot, she had to wrap her arms around herself to keep from shaking. She was afraid for the boy ... but most of all, she was afraid of this man named, Bishop. ]