"Alright, So why haven't you payed on time. What's holding you up." Flicking the gun around in his hand, Manson began to spin it about his right fore-finger, Before which he had thumbed the weapon's safety. His piercing cyan optics moved from mother to daughter. "I hate to do it, But if you fine people can't pay my employer back on time. I'm going to have to make you pay up." Moving forward, Zack advanced toward the bed where Lily lay. Snapping the 941's safety off again, He ceased to spin it around his finger. Lifting his left hand, Whilst gripping the gun in the right, Manson ran his finger's across Lily's face, As if examining her. "People on the street pay alot for younger girl's these days. It's an awful thing you know..." Turning to face Daine, Zackary withdrew his hand from Lily's face. "Your girl is very pretty, She'd make an excellent stripper or prostitute. I hear there's a high demand for younger girls now. People are willing to pay big bucks." Stepping back again, Zackary re-took his seat near the far wall. "So, Are we clear on all of this, Mrs. Stuart?"
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