Chapter Thirteen

"What the hell do you mean 'by becoming snapped'?!" I scream at Jeff. He leans back, dying of laughter. "What does that even mean?!"

"It meansssss..... You're coming killing!" He responds. His smile is growing bigger by the second. My face drains of all feeling, my eyes go wide. "Don't worry, ill teach you!" He says, excited. 

"Oh? Do you think that's why I'm angry? Because I'm gonna do it wrong?" I scream. "No! I'm not doing that!" His eyes go narrow right before he's in my face in an instant, holding my face by my chin in between his fingers. 

"Listen here, you brat. You're gonna do what I say. This can go two ways. You either kill who I tell you to kill, or I drag your skinny ass back to your family and make u gut them alive." He says right up against my face. "And then ill make sure I hang you by your own guts." He laughs, cold breath grazing my cheek. I shiver as I think of what he just described. He then pushes me down to the ground by my face. 

"Fine..." I say. "I'll do it."

"Aw honey," Jeff says while reattaching my ankle cuff. "I wasn't asking for your permission. You're killing someone. One way or another."

He looks down and smiles wide, making his cheeks reopen and fresh blood starts to drip from them. 

"We leave at nightfall."