265|Pure Evil

"Nothing was real," Hadley repeated in a much calmer tone now. Her yo-yo-ing emotions were very close to giving Austin whiplash.

He pressed his back to the wall, wishing he could melt into the paint and bricks and disappear from Suite #108. But—

"Did you know people sell their toes on the internet?" Hadley continued her monologue, yanking Austin back into her private hell with Blake. "I mean pictures of their toes. And freaks, like the two of you, pay a shit ton of money for them—"

"Watch yourself!" Austin warned her, gritting his teeth. But Hadley was on the roll. The few sips of vodka she'd had seemed to have given her a whole lot of spunk.

"Where's the lie in what I said?" she asked, cackling like the wicked Witch of the West. Pointing at Austin, she smiled coyly, "You have a thing for escorts! And rumour has it you like to fuck and choke them until they pass out! Does кума like to be choked?"

In the blink of an eye, Austin had closed the space between them and had her throat in his