"And then you just click on "Pay now"?" Rose asked, looking up at Christian incredulously. "Yeah, I've done it countless times, it always asks for an obscene amount of money that's not at all proportionate to the task I'm asking them to do. Killing me, that is". No, she really couldn't imagine that to be hard at all. And if killing Christian cost more than he could afford (and he had wasted a shit ton of money on "fun" stuff like this) then hiring someone to take all three of them out was going to be unbelievably expensive. So no, Rose really didn't have any doubts when she clicked that button. Oh, how wrong she was.
"20 Dollars?" Christian damn near screamed in her ear and pulled the laptop towards himself, toppling over the extremely sugary tea Rose had placed next to it. Since Christian now held her Laptop it seemed to be alright but the same couldn't be said about the bottom part of her pajama pants. "Christian, what the fuck?" she screamed. "Woops" he just replied, staring at the screen intensively. Rose sighed. She'd never understand Lissa's affection for that goddamned asshole, but she promised to "play nice" tonight and resisted the temptation to throw him off the couch. Instead, she reluctantly got up.
"I'm gonna go and change, don't do anything stupid!"
She changed into some of Lissas older pajamas that luckily fit her, even if it was a bit less comfortable than her own pair (fucking Christian). After returning to the living room she sat back down on the couch. Christian had since put her Laptop down so she grabbed it, wanting to put on some Netflix show to pass the time while they waited for Lissa to return with their food. Instead of the "pay now" screen that she left behind though, she was greeted with an entirely different one.
" 'Thank you for your purchase. Your assigned contractor will approach you to confirm the task shortly. Please remain on the site.' " she read out loud, growing more and more worried with each word. "Christian WHAT?"
"It was so cheap! I couldn't resist! I'll return the 20 bucks to you tomorrow, promise" he answered with a sheepish expression.
"The 20 dollars are the least of my concerns and I seriously doubt that we'll even live to see tomorrow, considering that you just hired a HITMAN TO TAKE US OUT! With express delivery!"
"Come on Rose, you don't seriously believe that someone's gonna come and kill the three of us for 20 fucking dollars? That's not even enough to pay the gas to drive all the way out here! We're gonna get an email saying that it was a mistake and it'll be fine. You need to calm down."
"Well, it does look pretty real to me. And I don't really wanna die tonight."
"Relax. The site said that the guy will message us when he starts working. So, as long as we don't get a message we'll be fine."
In that exact moment, a small mail icon appeared in the top right corner of her screen, accompanied by a small ping.
