You're forced to stare into Chris' icy cold eyes as he takes you over to his blackberry on the nightstand. Chris rams you down at the table, smashing your face against the hard polished wood that smells somewhat like beer.
Quickly you pull yourself up when Chris lifts his hand from you to pick up the phone and start dialing some numbers. A couple of beeps later you see Chris hold up the phone to his ear. You're knowledgeable that there was no possibility of escape while Chris was beside you (and staring at you all this time-preventing any possible getaway routes to be open), so you might as well as take this moment to catch your breath and prepare yourself for what's about to come next.
A couple of seconds later you see Chris' face light up as the the person he was calling apparently answers the phone. Your eyes glance up to Chris' lips which start to form words. "Hey wassup... No.. Nah, I got a new one." Chris' conversation seems to be revolving around you. "Nah. Sure thing....of course!....Okay then. See ya in a couple minutes. Ya. Later bro." Chris shuts his phone off and throws it against the bed before leaning over and saying to you, "That was..."
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