Angelica "Angel" Faustine.
Beauty is power..
This wasn't going to be easy. Her black, slender talk continued to flick back and forth, like an agitated cat. Her eyes opened, but they were narrowed.
She'd have to do much better than throw a threat to him.
" .. Fine. I'll let you go, but first, you release me. "
It sounded insane. Why would he let her go? Then she could just easily escape. Yet, she wasn't finished.
" .. You let me go, and I'll free you. Though, I want you to make a deal with me. You let me go, and you will follow me. You will do what I say, whatever I want. "
Again, it sounded as if she was getting worse. She was making demands, when she was in no position to. Yet, again, there was more.
" .. Even if I do release you, you won't be able to get that collar off. You'll still be stuck here. Alana would find you. That collar.. it would keep you here. You can't truly escape with it on. Now, you let me go, and I will free you from your binds. You do as I say, and by tomorrow, I will release you. What do you have to lose? Even if you kill me, you'll still be stuck, and you'll just be put in a tighter lock down. "
That was her offer. That collar of his would force him to stay within a certain distance of the store, otherwise he'd be in for a bit of a surprise. Her offer was to have him be her pet for one day, just one day, and then she would help him get rid of that collar.
How could he refuse?
" Come on.. you can trust me, Pretty Boy. "
.. a smile is its sword.