Rebel Yell

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    Tightening the towel around her damp body, Amber made the mistake of trying to call out to the figure,

"Hey! What are you doing in here?!"

    To her dismay, the man disappeared into the darkness. Dismissing the obvious red flags, Amber dried herself off and changed into her street clothes. In the midst of her pulling her AC/DC t-shirt over her head, a deep, almost saccharine sounding voice sent tremors throughout the girl's body,

"Stay away from Montana if you know what's good for you. You don't know who she really is"

    Gathering up the courage to look her threat in the eyes, Amber turned to face behind her, meeting Richard's eyes. Realizing that she was scantily clad in only a t-shirt and lacy underwear, she clammed up and rushed to put on some pants, but not before the man could get a grasp of her shoulder, forcing her to continue looking at him.

"Did you not hear me? Did I not make myself clear? Nod if you understand"

    Hesitantly nodding, Amber looked down to see what Richard was wielding in his spare hand; a claw like knife that was rusted and stained with what could only be assumed was blood. Trying to conceal her fear, Amber shifted her line of sight to Richard's eyes.

"Whatever you do, do not get close to Montana or Brooke. If you do, consequences will be sure to follow. Do you understand?"

    Once again nodding to Richard's demand, the man stepped over the bench that separated them and pinned the frail and already tired girl to the lockers behind her,

"Swear to Satan!"

    Thinking that he was only joking and trying to scare her, she played along with his bit, obeying him,

"I swear to Satan"