Dead... or so they thought

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Whipping my head around, I stared into the lifeless gray eyes of a brute. He was tall with battle scars and tattoos running up and down his arms. 

"We meet a-" he starts.

"Who the bananas are you?? You better not have hurt my mother you mother forklift," I cut in. Glaring daggers at him.

He leans back shocked, but then he looks amused. Probably from my choice of words.

"A spitfire aren't ya," he comments.

"A college drop out aren't ya,"  I shoot back, hating his grammar. "Aren't ya,"  I think while shuddering in disgust.

He glares at me as he stomps over and backhands me. My head snaps to the side, my face screaming in pain.

"Holy monkey buckets! That looked like it hurt! Why that son of a biscuit! I'll show him," Maria screeches in my head.

"No no!! I kind of asked for that one," I cry. Attempting to calm her down.

"You will not disrespect me," he thunders.

"Respect goes both ways. Until you respect me I will hold no respect for a lowlife like you," I fire back, angered by his tone.

His face goes blank, before he erupts into laughter. 

"This ones a keeper for sure. Quite the little spit fire," he says, still chuckling.

He saunters towards the door, and exits. I stare at it in open cunffuzzlment. Yes, I know that's not a word, but it's all I can think of to describe my puzzlement.

He quickly enters moments later holding a plate of what appeared to be stale bred, and water. 

"Here's your meal," He chuckles, " don't eat it to fast."

My face dropped to an immediate scowl. 

"Now what do I do with your mother," he asks randomly. A sadistic grin conquering his face.

I glare at him with rage in my expression. 

Enraged I mutter with unnerving calmness," If you lay a single finger on my mothers head I will end you so painfully slowly you'll beg for me to kill you."

He looks taken aback with genuine fear. For a solid three minutes the air is tense,  and filled with unease. 

I'm not going to lie, I'm quite shocked myself. I have no idea where that came from, but hey, it worked soooooo......

"W-who's going to stop me," he chokes out," you're  stuck in this room with no means of escape." 

"And?" I respond bluntly.

"Good luck getting out," he spits, hurrying from the room.

I'm silent for a long time. Not a thought running through my head. 

"What...... What the tater tots just happened," I whisper in my mind.

Annnnnndddddddd I'm baaacckkkkkk!!!! Hey guys! Long time no see.... and no updates.... oh well heller mah lil apples! How's the new year treating you? Good I hope or else I could kick its butt for you 👊 (probably not considering it's been busting my behind the last few weeks 😔) Oh well I hope you like this chapter, if you see any mistakes or typos be sure to comment and alert me so I can fix it! Bye!

-R 💋