The Beautification of Gomer McLinn

“Please Mike…” she whispered. Tears streamed down her face. “Please don’t do this,” she cried.

Jenna was trembling violently now. She never saw this coming. Don stood silently in front of her with no expression on his face. There was no sympathy, humor, or anger, just emptiness. Jenna’s eyes widened as he stepped closer. She begged and pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. She knew Don would never relent. I have to convince Mike to let me go, she thought desperately.

“I’ve had enough of this entertainment for this evening. I have other business to take care of. Don, however, is just getting started,” Mike said as he walked around his desk toward the door.

“Wait! Please, Mike, give me another chance! I’ll pay you back I swear! Please, don’t let this happen. Wait! I’m sorry!” she wailed. He walked out without a backwards glance. “Mike! Mike!” she screamed as he closed the door.

It was too late. Jenna tried to run after him, but Don blocked the doorway with his massive body. His beady eyes locked onto hers, and she froze, her sobs caught in her throat. Silence filled the room. This time she clearly heard a distinct click of the lock.