Cheryl's POV.
Tyrone had walked up to me. He was holding a shotgun that was all black and had a rose carving on the muzzle.
Yes, it's the same as my shotgun, as mine was also a gift from Tyrone.
"What did you do to me?" I frowned at Tyrone.
I would never beg for mercy from Tyrone, but I don't understand why I can't move.
"Girl, what's your name?" Tyrone smiles and looks at me.
His smile was as warm and graceful as ever.
At that moment, however, I felt a chill rise from where he was staring.
I stared at him warily and hesitated for a moment before answering, "Chris, my name is Chris."
"Oh, Chris," Tyrone exclaimed as the smile on his lips widened, "That's a beautiful name!"
I looked at him without saying anything, the fact that Tyrone had praised the name 'Cheryl' so much before.
