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Kids on his lawn yo

His weed field to be more specific

Well, he owns everything that trespasses and he finds anywhere near the weed field, especially if they’re inside the field

He had them at the end of his shotgun. He walked them to the tool shed, ignoring their whining about how they weren’t going to tell anyone about it ; paws behind their necks, on the verge of crying.
He locked the door behind them after all three had entered. He didn’t bother asking them nicely for all the communication devices they may have on them (damn millennials probably had their pockets full of electronics) ; he had them strip-searched mercilessly. He then tied them up hands and feet and shoved them at the back of the cabin (safety first). He then proceeded to question them.

« Now boys listen carefully. Is there anyone who could possibly know you’re here ? »

They looked at each others without knowing what to say ; scared about the implications ; their chests heaving ; unable to breathe as deeply as they needed, overwhelmed with emotion « Answer the questions quickly. » He said in an authoritative voice.. No time to wait « Is there anyone who could know you’re here ? you came for the weed ? »

« Noo, one tried to say, panicked ; we were just passing by… » At the same time he was searching their backpacks quickly and pulled leaves of marijuana out of them ; lots of them ; then he went to checking their phones, to turn them off. They had already no signal. No geolocation.

« Yeah sure you turned your phones off because you’re not totally glued to technology. Mom and dad will freak the fuck out » *lets out a sinister laughter* He lunged at them and grabbed them by their necks, forcing their faces in the dim light coming from the window to examine them more closely.

« Yeah you knew exactly where you were going and why. Right ? » they could only keep quiet, terrorized ; forced to face him and undergo his mocking furious stare ; his claws digging into their throats tightly as if he was about to snap their necks or strangle them

« …And yet I don’t think I’ve ever seen you boys around. Someone told you about that place… And you’re two dirty little liars. Now before you open your damn mouths, just you know that one more lie, and I’ll nail you to a board and use you as scarecrows. Is that clear ? »

It was cristal clear, or at least the two young idiots were totally unable to consider otherwise. He shoved them against the wall, and they nodded weakly, terrified, tears in their eyes.

Occasionally some dumb teenagers come in to get free weed. He had let some of them go after terrorizing them like this, in the past. It had happened twice last month. He had decided to cut it short. Just because he had no way of knowing where they came from. By all probabilities, they came because someone told them about it. It was time to crack down on that. Too risky. It had to end at some point and one trespasser had to be the last… so, these two or the two, five or twelve next ones ? does it matter ? well the sooner the better…

« So ? who told you about this place ? how many people know ? » he forced them up again, and tied their hands to a hook under the shelf, keeping them on their knees uncomfortably ; carefully, giving them time to answer… « Don’t worry, you’ll tell me everything I need to know. It’ll take as long as necessary, but it won’t take long. » He paused, towering his captives ; he waited a brief moment just for show, knowing it was time to leave them alone for a while so they could cool down and recover their wits. He put duct tape on their mouths, picked up all their stuff and left them, locking the door.

They were now alone and muffled, to medidate about what would happen to them and if it would

include the sharp objects surrounding them… none of which they could reach to free themselves. He had made this absolutely sure. He had gagged them not so nobody would hear them scream (since there were abysmal chances for anyone to hear them anyway) but so they couldn’t communicate and elaborate a coherent lie together. Well there’s also the fact nobody wants to hear them whine.

It’s annoying. >:C

Description
Kids on his lawn yo

His weed field to be more specific

Well, he owns everything that trespasses and he finds anywhere near the weed field, especially if they’re inside the field

He had them at the end of his shotgun. He walked them to the tool shed, ignoring their whining about how they weren’t going to tell anyone about it ; paws behind their necks, on the verge of crying.
He locked the door behind them after all three had entered. He didn’t bother asking them nicely for all the communication devices they may have on them (damn millennials probably had their pockets full of electronics) ; he had them strip-searched mercilessly. He then tied them up hands and feet and shoved them at the back of the cabin (safety first). He then proceeded to question them.

« Now boys listen carefully. Is there anyone who could possibly know you’re here ? »

They looked at each others without knowing what to say ; scared about the implications ; their chests heaving ; unable to breathe as deeply as they needed, overwhelmed with emotion « Answer the questions quickly. » He said in an authoritative voice.. No time to wait « Is there anyone who could know you’re here ? you came for the weed ? »

« Noo, one tried to say, panicked ; we were just passing by… » At the same time he was searching their backpacks quickly and pulled leaves of marijuana out of them ; lots of them ; then he went to checking their phones, to turn them off. They had already no signal. No geolocation.

« Yeah sure you turned your phones off because you’re not totally glued to technology. Mom and dad will freak the fuck out » *lets out a sinister laughter* He lunged at them and grabbed them by their necks, forcing their faces in the dim light coming from the window to examine them more closely.

« Yeah you knew exactly where you were going and why. Right ? » they could only keep quiet, terrorized ; forced to face him and undergo his mocking furious stare ; his claws digging into their throats tightly as if he was about to snap their necks or strangle them

« …And yet I don’t think I’ve ever seen you boys around. Someone told you about that place… And you’re two dirty little liars. Now before you open your damn mouths, just you know that one more lie, and I’ll nail you to a board and use you as scarecrows. Is that clear ? »

It was cristal clear, or at least the two young idiots were totally unable to consider otherwise. He shoved them against the wall, and they nodded weakly, terrified, tears in their eyes.

Occasionally some dumb teenagers come in to get free weed. He had let some of them go after terrorizing them like this, in the past. It had happened twice last month. He had decided to cut it short. Just because he had no way of knowing where they came from. By all probabilities, they came because someone told them about it. It was time to crack down on that. Too risky. It had to end at some point and one trespasser had to be the last… so, these two or the two, five or twelve next ones ? does it matter ? well the sooner the better…

« So ? who told you about this place ? how many people know ? » he forced them up again, and tied their hands to a hook under the shelf, keeping them on their knees uncomfortably ; carefully, giving them time to answer… « Don’t worry, you’ll tell me everything I need to know. It’ll take as long as necessary, but it won’t take long. » He paused, towering his captives ; he waited a brief moment just for show, knowing it was time to leave them alone for a while so they could cool down and recover their wits. He put duct tape on their mouths, picked up all their stuff and left them, locking the door.

They were now alone and muffled, to medidate about what would happen to them and if it would

include the sharp objects surrounding them… none of which they could reach to free themselves. He had made this absolutely sure. He had gagged them not so nobody would hear them scream (since there were abysmal chances for anyone to hear them anyway) but so they couldn’t communicate and elaborate a coherent lie together. Well there’s also the fact nobody wants to hear them whine.

It’s annoying. >:C