Her novel Chapter 7

Weakass bitch.

Luna picked up his body and threw him on her shoulder. She walked out of the closet, out of the room, then went to the dinning room to grab a chair before walking towards the kitchen with the chair and of course, with Michael's body. Went placed the chair near the kitchen island and sat Michael on the chair. She scanned the area and searched through the cabinets. After a few minutes, she found some rope in a cabinet underneath the sink. She took the rope, went towards Michael, who was still unconscious, placed his hands behind the chair, and ties it together tight. She tied the rope around his ankle and the legs on the chair as well.

After a few minutes, Michael finally woke up and immediately started to panic. Luna walked towards him and grabbed his face harshly. "Who the hell are you and what do you want from me?!" Michael yelled. Luna didn't speak and stared into his eyes before punching him hard, but not hard enough to make him unconscious again. Michael groaned in pain while his head was tilted to the side. Luna scoƋed and leaned on the kitchen island, watching Michael's every move while planning what she'll do next. Michael turned his head towards Luna and glared at her. "I'm asking you a damn question, who the hell are you and what in the world do you need from me?" Michael said. Luna just shrugged and crossed her arms. "Do you even know who I am? I can turn your life upside down and people won't even look at me badly" Michael said with confidence, which made Luna scoƋ and smirk.

AndIam someone who canliteralykilyou without anyone knowing who kiledyou.

Luna grabbed her knife from her belt, walked towards Michael, put her hand on his shoulder and placed her knife on his neck. Michael's eyes widened and begged Luna to stop. "Please, I'll do anything, just don't slit my throat" Michael pleaded.

Tch, a moment ago, you were so confident about yourself, nowyou're begging me not to slit your throat.

Luna released her grip on his shoulder and removed the knife from its position. Michael sighed in relief, thinking that Luna wouldn't hurt him.

Iwon't slit your throat then.