Borrowed is a broad term. [open]

Preston nods, and spots the girl he was looking for putting the gun in his back pocket. (here comes my not so good creepy) He approaches her, swaggering. Hello, love. He cooes softly, and lays a hand on her shoulder. Though it looked like his hand was only lightly resting on her shoulder, it was clamping her to the spot she stood. He pulls her roughly into him, and cruely slides his hands over her body; pinching her in places and softly chuckling the whole time. Her pasty skin turns even more pale, and her eyes grow large like a deer caught in the headlights. You were being...tough? He asks her, assuming she had resisted him so strongly because she wanted to be brave. So much for bravery when facing someone twice your size. He shoves a hand down the back of her skirt, and indelicately twists her head up to face his. He squeezes the back of her neck just enough to make her stay still. Preston leans in, and forces his tongue in her mouth, and kisses her, while pulling the gun from his pocket. He pulls his lips back, and holds the gun at her back. Preston angles the gun, and shoots behind her knees, causing her to collapse and writhe in pain. He crouches down by her side, and brushes a strand of mousy brown hair from her forehead. He raises the gun, and aims it at her throat. Don't resist your masters, dear. He mutters, and grins wickedly at her before he pulls the trigger, and lets the blood spurt from her frail neck.

Preston gets up, and puts the gun back in his pants, before tossing the bloody maid over his shoulder. He winks at his new friend, and heads to the closet. Some poor maid would have to discover the bodies later.

But of course. Preston replies, and with a sickening smile still plastered on his face, he follows Lazarus to the kitchen.

Preston leans down to the cabinets on the bottom, and pulls them open one at a time. He pulls out a thing of vegetable oil, and holds it up to Lazarus. Will this work?

Preston screws off the lid, and dips a finger in slightly. Yeah, it's full. He says, and put the lid back on, then he starts swinging it back and forth with one hand.

What are we doing? Preston hisses, swinging the glass jar in front of his body.

Preston walks over to the girl, and peeks down her shirt making her shoot him a 'chilling' look. Nothing was really cold to Preston anymore. He pulls the gun up behind her, and gently pressing the barrel to her neck, and nudging her forward. Come with me dear. He whispers, and bites the lobe of her ear.

Ladies first. Preston says smiling, and shoves the maid through the hole.

Sure. Preston says, and hands the oil to him smiling at the maid. This one hadn't had such a hard shell of resistance as the one he had just murdered, but she still wasn't as lenient as he liked them.

Preston laughs softly, as he watches the poor maid burst into flames, her scream cut short.

Preston look up, and cocks an eyebrow at the other man. Excuse me?

I see. Preston says as he crosses his arms, and watches the flames dance along the body.