“I am going to kill that f*cking Kieran!” Samuel says filled with anger, realizing Luke must be starved, thinking, ‘he sure looks half dead.’
“I will make some more food,” Shaman Jack says, turning to the fridge.
“Pass me the milk please,” Samuel asks, knowing it is Luke’s favorite.
Luke hears the word milk and stops eating, “I would like some milk please.”
“Here we go,” Samuel says, passing Luke the milk jug, knowing he will just waste his time pouring it into a glass.
Luke immediately starts drinking, some milk running down the side of his mouth, not caring about his manners, thinking, ‘better I make the most of it while I can. Oh, my word this tastes so good.’
“Maybe I will help you kill Officer Kieran,” Shaman Jack says, looking at Luke’s behavior.
“I will starve that @ssh0le to
