12-18-2015, 07:42 AM
Scott didn't care what happened presently. He would get himself out of this situation he was certain, crushed hands or not. Still, what was that mist for?
"Fuck you" he said. He attempted to fight himself loose, letting his legs kick around. "You probably wouldn't let me leave. Not when you pried around and waited for me like some sick animal. You're probably getting a thrill out of this now."
His eyes glanced partially at a window, seeing the truck resting outside. He just had to get to it.
"What did you spray me with?"
"Fuck you" he said. He attempted to fight himself loose, letting his legs kick around. "You probably wouldn't let me leave. Not when you pried around and waited for me like some sick animal. You're probably getting a thrill out of this now."
His eyes glanced partially at a window, seeing the truck resting outside. He just had to get to it.
"What did you spray me with?"