The man wore a plain white mask over his face. His black hair poked from under his black hoodie. His piercing green eyes looked over Eli's small figure as he chuckled softly. The man shoved Eli into the house and onto the small wooden chair in his dining room. The masked intruder then rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a piece of rope. He tied Eli to the chair tightly. He moved in front of a now sobbing Eli and began to mockingly stroke his face while holding the gun to Eli's head with the other hand.
"Now," the masked intruder growled while jamming the gun deeper into Eli's skull, "What is your name, little boy?"
Eli was taken back by this and slowly raised his head.
"E-Eli. P-please sir, don't hurt me. I have-"
"Age."
"Uh... twenty-two."
The masked intruder pushed himself closer to Eli, his smiling green eyes gleamed as he continued his interrogation.
"How much money do you have, Eli." The stranger commanded.
"Sir, I promise you. I have nothing."
"How did you buy this house then, hmm?"
"M-my parents bought it for me. I just m-moved in! I have nothing!"
The stranger sighed and got up. He walked out of the room and began rummaging through Eli's stuff. Eli stayed silent throughout all of this. What could he have done?
The psycho came back a minute later, the gun tightly clutched in his hand. He walked back up to Eli and jammed the gun back to his head.
"You have any last wishes?" The man asked.
That's when Eli realized he was absolutely fucked.
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RomanceA relationship created with the magic of gardenscapes. Who'd've fucking though? Don't worry, it has nothing to do with garden scape...
