Phantasy had watched a lot of action movies and always thought it was cool to be able to point your gun anytime. The actions made it seem as if everything about guns was power and being cool. But now that she was at the receiving end of the actions, she did not for once think it was cool anymore.
Kneeling by the bed, hands above her head, droplets of sweat keep dripping down her neck, disappearing into her back. At first she had thought it was water from her shower, but as it continued she knew it was sweat from the fright that had overwhelmed her.
Several guns and swords were pointed at Phantasy and the Japanese leader spoke to her in an harsh tone. "Woman. What did you do to boss?"
Phantasy who was shaking and trying to process the fact that a gun was placed to her head didn't know how to reply. She did not what to further annoy the man.
He grabbed her hair and forcefully raised her head up. "Speak." he spat and Phantasy flinched in fear.
