John Travolta Confused Gif Novels & Stories

His legs are bound together with chains and a giant lead ball is attached, not allowing him to swing and potentially kick me. "Hey, dick face, wake up," Trev hollers as he goes over and slaps the guy across the face. They guy stirs and instantly schools his face into an expressionless mask. Trev procedes to load the video and the guy watches it while I watch him for any reaction. To my utter surprise he smirks and then tries to laugh. No fear crosses his face and I know instantly that this is going to be a waste of our time. Time that I don't have at the moment.

“Or… did you?” Travis stands by the railing, his knuckles pressing into the cold metal. His heart pounds in his chest. “Don’t overthink it, Mr. Holden,” he says, his voice composed. “We’re close to our target. Just tell me about the will.” Holden exhales, shaking off the tension. “Right. Sorry. I completely derailed the conversation. Give me a second—I’ll check the email.” Travis remains still, the world around him seeming eerily calm. A thousand thoughts race through his mind, questions spiraling with no immediate answers.

I reasoned. Sierra’s eyes dart, she's on high alert and clearly spiraling. I take a step closer and gently nudge her arm. “Hey.” She turns to me. “What happened to Goofy?” I ask with a smile. Sierra stares, confused for half a second and then it hits. Her lips twitch. “Oh my God, not now.” She said mid giggles. “Come on. Hiek!”I mutter cheerfully. That ridiculous Goofy laugh escapes my throat twice and she cracks up, instantly. Helps calm her down from having a panic attack.

He could keep her tied up till she chose to talk, or he could send Travo to work on her. Travo was a last resort. His methods were beyond cruel, but he was famous for always getting out the truth from people he worked on – only they came out of interrogation with a glazed over expression on their faces, and afraid of their own shadow – he d not want that for Shira. Travo’s victims also had no mark on their body to show for their session with him, and so the Shark had no idea what Travo did to the people he interrogated. Travo worked alone however, and only behind closed doors, and so the Shark was unlikely to find out what he did. He had never cared before, but now, he was unwilling to hand

But as I looked into his eyes, I realized he was genuinely confused. I was taken aback, unsure of how to respond. I initially thought he was joking, but his continued blank expression made it evident that he had no recollection of Elena or the events surrounding the accident. My heart raced as I struggled to find the right words. I stood there, frozen, staring at Deangelo's bewildered expression as he gazed back at me with complete confusion. He had no memory of Elena, and the reality of the situation was sinking in. It wasn't a glitch or a joke – he genuinely had no recollection of her.

looked at Travis and he was staring directly at me before saying something "You realy want me to do this, to hit weman Estonia?" he warned, He then started to remove his suit and Oh, crap! Travis was ablack-belter in Karate. Kuya ij and confidence and even myself combined were no match for him. "I'm coming with you!" I screamed after jumping in the middle of them. The two ladies looked confusedly at him having no idea of what's about to happen. I shifted my gaze at him and I rolled my eyes at him when I saw him smirking.

, he says pointing a finger at me and I raise both my hands in front of my body in surrender. “Sorry”, I say under my breath but all I want to do is laugh. I always get them to tell me to shut up, but I never really got it right about them shagging each other, I always throw it in the air but apparently these ones are really doing it. I wonder what Pavlov would think of this. The thought of him finding out that his gorillas are gay strikes me as funny and I can’t help but laugh a little but as soon as I see the dark eyes of the driver in the mirror watching me I stop. I really don’t want to die today, but I have to admit it was kid one fun.

His eyes were widened in irritation, his half-unbuttoned shirt showing his heaving chest as he breathed in anger. Felix spotted the book on a shelf to his right. He brought it out, opened it to the last page, and raised it up to his face. "Here, this is who you just saw!" Felix shouted. Travis froze as he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head. His face turned white as he stared at a picture of the face he had just seen and the name written under it.

Minutes passed in quiet tension before Rolex finally broke it. “Come to think of it… who even is Secret TV?” “I don’t know,” Noah murmured, his thoughts still tangled in Trevor’s words. Trevor’s eyes lingered on the screen— specifically on the signature at the end of the video. A flicker of recognition crossed his face. Only one person he knew… Used something like that then without another word, he stood and walked out. Rolex barely noticed, now absorbed in his phone. Noah sat still. Thinking.

Travis stated, cutting off Kira's laughing fit. "Doesn't the fuzzy grape juice have water in it?" I looked at him, raising my eyebrow as I took another gulp. "It does but you need actual water." Travis sighed, looking at Kira for help. "Fuzzy...Grape Juice.." Kira howled, falling into another fit of laughter as I looked on at her silently.