“What do you want from me!” the author asked, before remembering that he had made his villain unable to speak.

This didn’t stop the villain. He pointed at the author’s laptop and then at his own throat.

“You want a voice?” The author questioned, suddenly curious.

The villain jumped forward and grabbed the author’s arm. He practically dragged the poor man to his computer. The author regretted giving him such large muscles.

The villain again gestured to his throat, this time, with fury in his eyes. He lifted up a nearby chair and threw it through the window. Terrified, the author began to frantically type.

Suddenly, the villain clutched his throat and let out a long scream. It was piercing and cold. The temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

The villain looked straigt at the author and cracked an evil grin.

“Perfect.” he whispered.