Baez’s Point of View
I stared contemptibly at Scarlett in the cage I put her in. I tried to get my thoughts in order, I knew she’d be waking up soon and I wasn’t sure where I would begin with her. I suppose it depended on her actions when she came to. I decided to get this show on the road, I poured myself a glass of bourbon and kicked her cage on my way back to my chair. She started to stir after a few minutes and soon she groggily sat up. It took her a moment or two to realize that she was in a cage, I must say the look on her face when she saw me staring at her was priceless.
“What the f**k!?” Why am I in a cage?” she screamed at me.
“Hello Scarlett, did you have a nice nap?” I responded calmly.
She jumped to her feet and started screaming at me, “you stupid motherfucker! You can
