Lucien
I'm being held at gunpoint.
Quite funny, literally.
Lyanna's eyes go wide with terror, and she violently tries to free herself, bopping up and down the chair, trying to snap the ropes. She is wearing nothing, but a short that can barely cover her thighs properly, and her bra is almost slipping from her chest.
Rage fills me at the sight. I want to grab Damon, and choke him to death, but it seems my movements have to be restricted— for the now.
Slowly, I turn around.
There he is. Damon Schneider. With a revolver pointed to my face.
"Oh, now you're pointing a gun to my face?" I sneer at him.
His eyes harden, "If you don't watch that little tongue of yours, I'll blow off your brains in front of your pretty, little ex."
I sigh deeply, "What do you want? Let her go."
A small, cold smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, "What do you think I am? A fool?"
I roll my eyes, "If you think that's what I think, I don't mind."
