"What the hell is going on here?!" having heard the noise inside the storage room, Margaret barged in, a knife gleaming in her hands.
The Kales turned to look at her at once, their expressions both confused. and terrified.
"Fuck, woke up already," Margaret mumbled, a deep frown between her brows. She had hoped she still had some time before dealing with them, but now that they had regained consciousness...
"I guess we have no choice..." she spat, slowly eyeing the figures before her. "Let's start with the weakest link."
With that, she grabbed Tommy by the collar of his shirt and dragged him out of the room, smirking as his parents did not try to interfere at all.
Shocked, Tommy tried to wriggle himself out of her grasp, but was far too weak for that. Then, adrenaline kicked in, and a sudden sense of clarity made him yell out unexpectedly, "Wait! Don't hurt me! I have something important to tell you!"
