"See this cash; you can have it all; there is like 200 bucks in there. Just leave me be," cowered Shaun as he pushed out his hand. They were shaking in fright.
He-he!—laughed the punk rocker.
"What value is money in hell? Besides, after I kill you, everything you own belongs to me. So tell me, why would I negotiate with my prey."
He licked a knife with his tongue, showing the blackened teeth. When the blade reached his side, a silver liquid shrouded it, and it began to grow in length, resembling a sabre.
"I'm praying you hate the feeling of pain because I love inflicting it!" he said in a menacing tone.
VROOM!—An ATV was heard. It was his minion who had chased Cindy.
"Well, that ended quicker than expected!" remarked the leader. He didn't turn to look, instead sauntering with the blade in hand towards Shaun.
He said to his minion, "I bet she put up a fight; she seemed like a feisty one. The kind I like!"
