Larry woke up with a throbbing headache, his head drenched with blood. At first, he couldn't see anything his vision was a little blurry. But with time, they became clear.
He initially had no recollection of what had happened. But as he thought for a while, they came flooding into his head.
Millie had gone into the kitchen… and had screamed… he had gone to check then.. what else? Millie had smashed a glass plate on his head.
Why? Why would Millie harm him?
Gosh, his head hurts just from thinking.
He began to take in his surroundings. Where the hell was he? A rope that hung on the ceiling was tied around his neck, and his hands were tied behind him. His legs were resting on the chair just below him.
He began to panic.
"Afraid, are we?" Millie asked and it was then he noticed her sitting just in front of him.
"M… Millie. Babe! What the fuck is this?" He asked in a terrified tone.
"Paying back an eye with an eye," Millie answered.
