ABIGEAL

JACQUES OPENED his eyes, blinked once, twice, then looked up, focusing on the four of us looking down at him.

“Are you quite sure he’s the one?” Melanie asked with an eyebrow raised, drawing his attention to her.

“I know he doesn’t look like much, but yeah he is.” I replied.

His eyes swiveled to me and darkened in anger. “You bitch.” He made to come at me, then looked at the ropes binding his arms to the bed. He looked at me again, this time in alarm. “What did you do to me, you stupid whore?’ He yelled.

“You might want to watch your language. You’re the one...