Abby
“P-Please don’t kill me! I’m sorry!”
Damon’s pathetic whines and whimpers cause Karl and I to roll our eyes as we shove him into the cell that he built for me. The snot and tears running down his face just further amplifies his look of pure pity; like a child who got caught raiding the cookie jar.
“No one’s going to kill you, Damon. Just get in there.”
It’s hard to believe that this spoiled little brat ever had me frightened for my life. It’s even harder to believe that he ever thought he could get away with it. And even more than that, it’s harder to believe that I ever fell for it.
Finally, the lock slides into place with a resounding click. I let out a small sigh of relief as Damon’s whines are muffled, but it’s short-lived; because when I turn, Karl is stagger
