The man's rush to his home is so easy to follow a novice could do it. He's panting and muttering under his breath the whole way, fumbling with his keys as he curses about the front light being out. He calls out to his wife as he bangs on the door, his struggle sending him deeper into a panic as he looks over his shoulder and sees shadows in every person's face. It's to no avail, but eventually he overcomes his fears enough to let himself into the house with another curse and a stumble.
He's not ready for the sight that awaits him. His wife in the arms of another man, crying the whole while, sends him into a panicked rage as he reaches for anything long and heavy he can use as a weapon. The umbrella he grabs makes him looks foolish, but it gives him some amount of bravado as he turns to Grayson.
"Let her go!" His voice shakes as much as his arm does, but he stands his ground. "You don't belong here. Get out! Or I'll call the authorities."
The door closes behind him with a soft click. Too late, the man realizes he didn't bother to close it or to look one last time for his shadow. Amelia slips behind him, hand running down his arm to grip his wrist, her body far enough from his to not pin him but close enough for him to feel her warmth. She twists suddenly, wrenching his arm and forcing him to drop his improvised weapon as she pins his hand between his shoulder blades and forces him to his knees with a well-placed kick. Her looming presence just outside of his vision makes him begin to sweat in terror.
"You don't give orders here. Now, why don't you ask the man what he wants? I'm certain he has words for you." She kneels behind him slowly, searching his pockets until she finds his phone. A moment of shifting, and she smashes it beneath a knee before shoving it aside. "Don't worry. We have hours for you to get it out."
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He's not ready for the sight that awaits him. His wife in the arms of another man, crying the whole while, sends him into a panicked rage as he reaches for anything long and heavy he can use as a weapon. The umbrella he grabs makes him looks foolish, but it gives him some amount of bravado as he turns to Grayson.
"Let her go!" His voice shakes as much as his arm does, but he stands his ground. "You don't belong here. Get out! Or I'll call the authorities."
The door closes behind him with a soft click. Too late, the man realizes he didn't bother to close it or to look one last time for his shadow. Amelia slips behind him, hand running down his arm to grip his wrist, her body far enough from his to not pin him but close enough for him to feel her warmth. She twists suddenly, wrenching his arm and forcing him to drop his improvised weapon as she pins his hand between his shoulder blades and forces him to his knees with a well-placed kick. Her looming presence just outside of his vision makes him begin to sweat in terror.
"You don't give orders here. Now, why don't you ask the man what he wants? I'm certain he has words for you." She kneels behind him slowly, searching his pockets until she finds his phone. A moment of shifting, and she smashes it beneath a knee before shoving it aside. "Don't worry. We have hours for you to get it out."