—> of whiskey.
Looking at the label, I turned to face you.
“Do you not have anything remotely expensive in this…”
I glanced around the room.
“Place.”
“Can I remind you that you have actually killed someone?
I haven’t… I have [spoken] about it, but they died from suicide… Me, I never pulled that trigger… Or in your case, punch.”
I said, before manoeuvring around the counter to pick up a bottle —>
“w-we are not the same at all— i don't i don't do the things that you do.”
jessica was shaking a little bit as she just stood in place,
breathing hard.
“Maybe you intrigue me… Maybe, under all that strength….”
A cruel and almost sinister smile formed on my lips.
“You’re just as screwed up as I am, but I’m just willing to admit it.”
“Mind over might, Miss Jones.”
I said softly, waving a hand in your direction.
“Keep telling yourself that.”
I turned my head and walked towards a counter to lean my elbow on it.
“i-it has no effect on me i'm stronger than you, i've always been stronger than your scrawny ass.”
she just needed to concentrate no matter what he did she could get passed it.