"You will not get away with what you've done! You shall suffer the wrath of God!" This came out of Martha's mouth in a very high-pitched squeak.
Another chuckle came from Steven. "Well, it seems like that's going to be our issue, not yours, would you agree with that?"
"You will be found by my folks. You'll go to jail–"
"Enough," he said, his tone becoming more stern, and his gaze becoming more intent. "If they find us, it is because we have failed to execute our tasks and we have earned their discovery. You are a part of our group in the meanwhile. We've taken you, if you like. You are our property, and we may utilize you in any way that we see suitable. Now be quiet or I'll blow my stack at you. That is not something you would desire."
Next to Martha, who was slouched over her mat
