”Oh...I’m about to give you all the fucking help you’ll need. You asked me before why I didn’t try to leave like last time. I didn’t think it could be done, but might as well try now.”

Wait, which anon is this?

He pulled out another long piece of metal with what appeared to be metal pellets inside. He slid the metal piece into the broad end and then pulled back the metal on the barrel.

Ok, now it’s starting to make sense.

You glance down, terror and confusion washed over you. Anon had rested his hand on your flank. A tug from your mane pulled you back down to Anonymous’ chest. You struggled to pull away. Screaming and crying, begging to be spared.

Wait, how?