Jeff's POV
'What next boss?' I ask him, politely of course. He's my boss and if I ever, I mean ever, make him feel small or anything he will through me in the chamber.
'I'm not sure, let me finish thinking.' he said and then his face lit up with excitement.
'Aha! I have it! Lets make water, dangerous waters. Make it swirl...and...and! Make there a plug at the bottom to keep her alive, if she can make it alive.' He roared in his victory of a new idea, I like him, I really do.
I press my crisp, cracked lips together as I start the trap from scratch working my way into a tsunami to take that precious oxygen away from her. She mouths something up to the cameras, how the hell did she find them!? I turn on the speakers and hear her scream, well a croaky tiresome squeal. 'Please whoever you are just let me out, I don't deserve this.' She croaks. Her voice seems so beautiful even when its so used. Wait.!? How could I say that about this pathetic git.
After saying that I feel this feeling I've never felt ever. Its a sad sinking feeling. Is this GUILT!?! No. No. No. It can't be! I hate her and that's final. I like doing this. I Like It.
I clench my fist so hard warm blood poor's out of where my fingertips have been seeping into. I will not like her.
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