Choir Loft, pt 3

Blind with fury, he wound up & slapped Sarah across the face.
“You may be smart, but you need to be taught manners. I’m going to leave for a while, so you can think about if you’ll give me what I ask you for when I ask you for it. If you do so, I’ll consider letting you go quietly. But, if you make it difficult for me, I’ll make it difficult for you, understand?” She nodded, trying to glare at him, but not succeeding in hiding the fear in her eyes. Carter let a sinister smirk flicker onto his face. He handed Dylan the gag, snapped his fingers & motioned for the two guards to follow him down the stairs. Dylan started to reach to tie the cloth, but Sarah took a snap at him.
“Hey! Watch it!”
“You touch my skin, you’re gonna be losing some. Got it, boy?” she hissed, her drawl tinging her voice.
“Alright, alright,” he answered annoyed. “Geez, people are right when they say girls & picky and violent,” he added under is breath. She clamped her teeth down onto his ear. “Ow! Ow! What the frick are you doing?”

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