Mark commented when he saw this, "I didn't expect you to be afraid of snakes."
"What's so surprising about that?" Bonnie responded while pretending to be calm. "Everyone has something they're afraid of. For me, it's snakes."
Mark didn't say anything more. "Where did you see the snake? I'll check it out to make sure it doesn't come out again and scare you."
Bonnie pointed down the slope. "Right there. It must have slithered into the grass. Look down, you should be able to see it."
Mark, suspecting nothing, bent down to peer into the grass where Bonnie indicated. "Where? I don't see anything."
"Really?" Bonnie said as she quietly took out a silver needle from her waist. "It should be in the grass. Look a bit closer."
"Alright, I'll look again," Mark said, bending even lower.
Still seeing nothing, he started to speak. "Mr. Barrett, there's no—"
Before he could finish, a sharp pain pierced his neck. His body tensed, his eyes widened in shock, and then he slumped over unconscious.
Bonnie looked at the silver needle sticking out of his neck and smirked.
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