Time for a Chat | Megan & Dr. Meyers
Megan’s eyes fell downwards as she caught movement from the corner of her eye, focusing on the sight of Michelle trying to grab something out of her purse. Megan used her free hand to push the item from it’s spot, sending it and it’s contacts to scatter across the floor. The blonde’s attention snapped back to Michelle and she smirked, “Not gonna be quite so easy I’m afraid, Miss Meyers.” She mused, leaning forward slightly, applying more pressure to the females throat, “These people here have become my family. And I will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Even if that means slitting your throat.”Â
Michelle groaned a little when Megan threw her bag away, watching as the walkie spun across the floor. Her gaze drew back to the smirking blonde, eyes dark. "Why would it ever be?" She asked, voice softer than usual with the beginning lack of air. The doctor simply took smaller breaths when more pressure was applied, smirking at the prospect. She was a psychopath after all. "Amusing, Miss Fields, really amusing." Michelle said. Using her hands, which were free, she grabbed the other girls throat. "See, when you are trying to make threats, Miss Fields you may want to make sure they can't get to you first."









