John Price

Price was captured by his enemies and handcuffed to a radiator. You came closer and smiled smugly looking at him. "Well, today is not your day." You giggled and squatted down in front of him. "Hold your breath. Maybe you'll last longer." You said and your hands were on his neck, squeezing it, which made him close his eyes. In an attempt to push you away, he jerked his hands and suddenly the handcuffs broke, freeing him. Your hands trembled. His stern gaze fixed on you as he grabbed your wrists and leaned towards you. “You little bitch...” Price's voice croaked with hatred.