in the cellar;
Gary cried, spluttering with agony. "Miranda" he could barely speak through the pain. His eyes clenched as he tried to remember what had happened.
"Shrug!" His eyes sprang open as he grappled to his feet. He held his side as he waded through the water.
in the bar;
"Let me go!" Miranda pleaded.
"NO... unless..."
"Unless what?!" Miranda asked confused.
"Take your clothes off"
"What?! NO!?"
Jake pointed the gun at her. "CLOTHES OFF NOW!"
in the cellar;
Gary slowly made his way up the stairs, clutching his blood stained shirt.
He rested his head on the door, catching his breath as he listened.
"CLOTHES OFF NOW!" the shout was muffled.
Gary's heart started beating a million to a dozen as he heard Miranda's cries.
He panicked. He was starting to feel a little dizzy from the blood loss from his head and stomach, he knew he needed to move quickly, for Miranda's sake and his own.
in the bar;
"Please no!" Miranda pleaded.
Gary slowly and gently opened the door, trying not to let it make a sound.
Blood was now trickling down his face, also pouring from his stomach.
Miranda saw him and her eyes lit up.
There eyes joined around Shrug.
Gary slowly put his finger to his lips, signalling for her to be quiet.
"So are you going to take your clothes off, or am I?!" Shrug started.
Gary nodded. pointing to the bottom of his shirt.
Miranda understood and slowly started to undo the first button on her blouse.
Gary crept behind shrug.
BAM!
The pan smashed against the back of his head, sending him unconscious.
"MIRANDA!"
Gary dropped the pan as he rushed to her side. The shock of the smack made the gun go off.
Miranda had been shot...