"Where do you think you're going?"
Put one of these in my ask box! (Kidnapped!)
Jack snarled viciously at the industrialist, wielding only the butcher’s knife he’d taken off of the recently deceased cook while he had been making good his escape. It looked, however, as though getting out would be a hell of a lot more difficult than he had originally thought.
“I am leaving,” he hissed. “And you will stand aside!”













