”stay. down.”

he uttered in an intimidating tone as he was ontop of you while you laid there, bruised and miserable. he was a very, very dangerous man and of course you protested to your boss about assassinating him but he never budged.

and all of this was happening as he pointed a gun to your head, holding the back of your neck tightly and ordered, “what makes you think you have the skill to kill me, huh?”