“What do you mean by that, Vessy ?” Jennifer got curious. “So are you trying to say that right now Lawrence probably isn’t enjoying this game any longer ?”
“Well, Jennifer,” Vessy giggled, “you can see it yourself, right ? How he’s trying to break free from his bonds and escape from the heat of my oven .”
Through the oven window, Jennifer’s beautiful and Lawrence’ desperate eyes met, and for Jennifer it was obvious at first glance that her bro was suffering torments of hell,
as he was in the process of being cooked alive helplessly inside Vessy’s big oven – and since his mouth was blocked by an apple, he had no way of commenting his situation, either.