The man's face twisted in a snarl as he glared down at Ella, his gun trained on her head. "Well, well, well, look what we have here," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "The famous Ella, the woman who's been giving us such a hard time. I must say, I'm impressed. You have managed to take out all my buddies. But now, it's your turn to pay the price."
Ella's heart raced as she stared up at the man, her mind scrambling for a way out of this precarious situation. She knew she couldn't outrun him, not in her current state. Her legs were tired and sore, her ankle still bleeding from the wound she had sustained earlier. She had to think of something else, and fast.
The man seemed to enjoy her fear, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure. "You know, I've been wanting to know what kind of woman you are. But you are cowering in front of me! Where has your bravery disappeared?"