Playing with his emotions

Freda’s POV

“Jim….what are you doing_”

“Shut up your trash bitch! Don't you dare mention my name” he yelled at me angrily.

I was gasping for air, my heart pounding in my chest as Jim pressed the gun against my head. Fear gripped me tightly, knowing that Hardin, my usual protector, was nowhere to be found. Jim's menacing presence sent shivers down my spine, I knew he wouldn't hesitate to harm me. He appeared disheveled as if he had just broken free from prison. However, amidst the chaos, there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a distraction that I couldn't quite place.

Despite the imminent danger, a glimmer of hope sparked within me as I recognized the opportunity presented by Jim's distraction. I understood that I had to tread carefully, to maneuver this precarious situation to my advantage without triggering a violent response from him.

“There is no Hardin to save you this time.…you are doomed Freda!” he said with a hint of disgust on his face, his grip tightening on the gun, I