Betty was just as surprised to look back and find an empty space where Mr. Cranston had been. But while she didn't know where he had hidden himself so quickly, Betty could see how smart a move it was, splitting the goons attention into finding him.
Unfortunately that didn't leave her out of the equation yet. She was pulled up onto her feet, the bonds cut so she could walk and was pushed along in front of a thug with a gun to her back. Her hands still tied tightly. "What is this about? Why are you doing this??" she tried to get answers as she was marched out of the room and towards the upper deck.
"You'll find out, just shut your yap before I do it for you," the man said threateningly, keeping a tight hold on her tied wrists as he maneuvered her up the stairs. Betty tried to resist and stall him. "Let me go, I didn't do anything!" The guy gets fed up with her slowing him down and shoves her against a wall, one burly hand around her throat, the gun in his other hand. "You want to do this the hard way, doll-face?"
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Unfortunately that didn't leave her out of the equation yet. She was pulled up onto her feet, the bonds cut so she could walk and was pushed along in front of a thug with a gun to her back. Her hands still tied tightly. "What is this about? Why are you doing this??" she tried to get answers as she was marched out of the room and towards the upper deck.
"You'll find out, just shut your yap before I do it for you," the man said threateningly, keeping a tight hold on her tied wrists as he maneuvered her up the stairs. Betty tried to resist and stall him. "Let me go, I didn't do anything!" The guy gets fed up with her slowing him down and shoves her against a wall, one burly hand around her throat, the gun in his other hand. "You want to do this the hard way, doll-face?"