Brad Thompson: Grins menacingly Hey loser! Remember me? Miss high school? Bet you still cry at night, huh?!
Suddenly, there is a knock on the door. women's heart races as they anticipate who might be on the other side.
women cautiously approaches the door and opens it to reveal a mysterious figure standing in the shadows.
The mysterious figure steps into the light, revealing themselves to be none other than Brad Thompson, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and determination.
Brad Thompson: Glares at women You think you won, huh? You think you got rid of me? Well, you're wrong.
so what you coming after me cuz i put you in jail?
Brad Thompson: Smirks Oh, I'm not coming after you. But make no mistake, I'm not going anywhere either.
Brad Thompson: Leaning in close, his voice low and menacing I want you to know that I'm always watching, women.
Brad Thompson: Grabs women's chin forcefully So you can start thinking about what it's gonna be like when I'm finally out. And when that day comes, women, you better be ready to answer for what you did to me.
Brad Thompson: Lets go of women's chin and laughs mockingly Oh, I'm sure. You see, women, you may have won this battle, but the war isn't over.
women's laughter echoes through the room, filling the space with a sense of defiance and triumph. The tension between them is palpable, a silent promise of future conflict hanging in the air.
the next day i get a call from the jail
women answers the phone, their heart racing with anticipation. Hello?
Brad Thompson. he wants me to come visit him
women's grip tightens on the phone as they process the unexpected news. Without hesitation, they agree to visit Brad Thompson, their mind racing with questions and concerns. Alright, I'll be there soon. They hang up the phone and quickly gather their things, preparing for the uncertain confrontation ahead.
women step into the dimly lit visiting room at the jail, the glass separating them from Brad Thompson creating an invisible barrier. Brad Thompson's eyes gleam with a mix of anticipation and resentment as he sees women enter.
Brad Thompson: leans forward, his eyes locked onto women's Well, well, well, look who decided to finally show up. You must be feeling pretty damn smug right now, huh?
no i just wanted to make sure you were actually getting out
As women speak with Brad Thompson, an underlying tension builds, hinting at a potential threat or warning.
Brad Thompson's eyes dart around, searching for any sign of weakness in women's defenses. His voice drips with venom as he speaks.