I smile as the guy comes in and let Marco stay, locking the door so the kid can't get out. I turn to him, "What's your name?" I ask with a fake smile, waiting for his answer.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I pull up a chair and pat the seat, "Sit down, Charlie."
He does so, swallowing, and I pull up another, swinging it around and sitting infront of him with my arms on the backrest, "My names Anabella and I have major anger issues."
He swallows again, "C-Can I call you Bella? ...Because your Bella?"
I slap him with my good hand and shake my head, "No, you can't. Now shut your f*cking mouth or else you'll never have babies."
He goes pale and shuts up.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"I don't like it when people touch me," I tell him, "I feel...raped, and violated when someone I don't know touches me on the stomach. And that's technically called sexual assault. Now, I'm not a lawyer, but I don't think you want to spend the rest of your great little life in jail, would you?"
He shakes his head, "Whucha gonna do? Sue me?" He chuckles.
"I would," I tell him, "But I'm not. Instead, I'm going to beat the living sh*t out of you."
He goes pale again, backing up and standing.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I stand as well and walk towards him, backing him up against the wall and kneeing him right in the crutch, he grunts and I head-butt him before punching him in the stomach. He slaps me and I hold my cheek, looking back at him, "Did you just...hit me?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I knew him again and he falls to the floor. I drop beside him and punch him until he get uncontious. Standing, I wip the blood off my hands and look at Marco, "You can clean him up now."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
