The line continues to trill as all three of them listen carefully. Aurelio is still standing in the doorway of the room, his gaze fixated on the two women currently on the floor in front of him. Celestia is lying on her chest, her back slightly arched upwards in a painful position as a result of Amethyst having her arm around her throat and pulling her upwards, still having a gun pointed at her head. Amethyst is still breathing, her gaze focused on Aurelio as they all wait for the person he’s calling to answer.
“Make a sound and I’ll shoot…” Amethyst tells Celestia, her grip around her throat tightening to let her know it’s her she’s talking to. Celestia groans quietly in pain before she begins nodding her head in understanding, not wanting to make the mistake of underestimating Amethyst
