"....what is it?" You mutter.
Catching you by surprise, He picked you up by the waist, Laying you flat down on the billiard table.
"Stay there."
He spoke before grasping the black 8 ball, Crawling ontop of you as he forced your mouth open, Placing the black 8 ball atop.
He crawled back off the table, Positioning himself with the stick in his hand, His other on your chest.
"Dont flinch."
He sneered devilishly, Whilst other people watching with a shocked face.
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