"Sir, what about this guy? You decide." Abigail glared at Ezra, who was on his knees. If looks could kill, Ezra would be dead by now.

At that moment, Ezra snapped out of his daze, pleading, "Dustin, please don't kill me! I messed up; I won't mess with you again. I swear, I won't cross you from now on! Please, spare me!"

"Spare you?" Dustin chuckled, "After all your ploys to mess with me, you think I'd just let you off? Does that even make sense?"

Ezra crawled over, grabbed Dustin's leg, and b