One look at this man and you could just smell trouble. He had a blood stain on his face and hair, dripping down to the ground. Like cold water, this man make my spine shiver just by looking at him so much so that my insides tingle and my tongue tastes weird, my throat kept rising up with air and sucking in, it was a sign of irritation, I wanted to throw up all over his face with that psychopathic smile of his.
I was adamant about it, I mean I just got the drive but, these men in front of me with polite smiles felt like trouble, there's no way I'd offend them. "You can have it, that thing seems like trouble anyway." I say giving hints to prove I had nothing to do with what they're after "I will give it to you, but promise one thing. You'd set me free once I give it to you."
