0.88 Holding Her Captive

"Do you think you might be kind enough to order some fried chicken for me? Your body oddly reminds me of a chicken," Ariana said as she looked up at the man who had her captive.

"Shut up if you don't want me to make you," he hissed down at her, obviously annoyed by her antics.

But she wasn't one to stop so easily. 

"Oh, come on, don't you know how bad cravings could get? You should understand that more than me. Just order four servings for me, I will give you from it, don't worry," she smiled as his face turned red.

"I said, shut up, lady!!" He belted out but she barely even flinched.

"Oof, when last did you brush that mouth of yours? Smells even worse than a horse's poop, good God," she scrunched her nose.

His men who surrounded the place could barely hold in their laughter.

Ariana woke up a few minutes ago, feeling very disoriented and hazy.