Threts

*Misty's eyes never move from Carson, fear still not visable though inside her heart races. Was it a good race or a bad one she dident know. The words slip from her toung as though it was made of ice.*

"And you think your threts bother me Carson? Do what you want to me but I doubt I would udder more than a whimper that they probley wouldent even be able to hear out there. You dident scair me when I first met you and you still dont scair me now."

*Misty stands slowly heading for the door standing tall her back to Carson.*