"You''re talking to him this very second"I said Pointing to myself He lit up with anger
"So you do know my wrenched Maker!"He said and with 1 hand he lifted me up into the sky His Grip Was tightening by the second I knew how are you did not fight back I would be dead in A matter of minutes Then I remembered The gun I pulled it out quickly And fired a warning shot It slipped for my Grasp Then another idea got to my head Play dead I gasped Mimicking the death Mimicking the death rattle Then shut my eyes And pretended to be dead I finally felt the ground on my Back The sand Covering every Spot of it I heard I heard it get away He will pay for what he''s done
Day turned into night Although I was asleep