He then retrieves it from her shirt and returns to her now uncovered breasts. You done?”
He needs to get Violet back for this. She tries breaking out of them, to no avail. She catches it and prevents another one, but it’s too late. Not only is he doing something like this, but he sucks at doing it. Raymond folds his arms before saying,
“Thanksgiving.”
“Oh my g- That was like four years ago!”
“And people still make sure to annually remind me of that time I stuck my dick in a pie.”
“Wait, you did what?” Jeff asks,
“So yeah,” Raymond continues, “Maybe you should listen when a warning’s given.”
“Even so,” Violet says, “This seems a bit much for telling people you fucked a pie and making you an insane vegan.”
“Not really. I’m going to kill you.”
As her thoughts run wild at what just happened, she’s suddenly snapped out of them as the handcuffs on her wrists are being tampered with. Violet gets more frustrated as time goes on.
