“Looks bad for me, sure, but you saw the fight earlier. It’s not like you guys are that big a threat. Like I said, I’m arrogant that way.”
Heh.
He reached to plug the extension cord into the wall, but found it too short. He sighed and went to unplug everything from the computer’s power bar and use that to extend the length of the cord so he could plug it in.
This is about as relatable as this scene gets, isn’t it. Coddamn cords.
He grabbed her alarm clock, stood on the chair, and plugged it into the noose. He put her hood down, and then set the alarm clock inside her hood, blinking 12:00, 12:00, 12:00.
It’s hiiigh noon…
So what, are you going to let the alarm clock alert the rest of the family?
“Any last words?” He slid the noose around her neck. It was slimy with the soaps and other shit he’d poured on it.
Better make ‘em good, if he actually lets you make ‘em at all. If you repent hard enough, then maybe he’ll let you live.
Maybe.
Keeps coming back to that word, doesn’t it.
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