John Price
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Such a pretty little thing you were.
Too bad you were next on his list.
You really should’ve known. A wanted criminal with a grocery list full of offenses, and you genuinely thought you were going to bring justice by putting John behind bars? How wrong you were.
A conversation with your boss turned into a shattered phone and a state of unconsciousness. Now, John sits before you, smirking at your bounded state.
“Mornin’, little lamb.” He smirks in your direction. “Sleep well, I hope?”