V tried to avoid looking at him. She was anxious and wanted to avoid even thinking about going out of line.

“Ah, good morning my girls.” Crowl called. V couldn’t help glancing up for a second for at least some kind of greeting in return just out of habit, but whatever she was going to say was caught in her throat and immediately forgotten. Crowl grinned at the shocked expression she couldn’t begin to try to conceal. He was now sporting a necklace. A thick wire of rope with a glass vial at the end of it. The vial had a soft orange glow. He twirled it in his claw-like fingers. “Oh… Do you like my new trinket, V?”

She wanted it. Every part of her silently screamed at her to grab it. That vial. Her vial. The one she had failed so miserably trying to steal the night before. Crowl read her expression like a book and grinned wider. His face clearly stating: “You belong to me” She thought for sure after last night she couldn’t have felt more defeated. She had been wrong.

(honestly I don't know if my writing is garbage or not but this is an excerpt from my comic script which is just a giant document)