The blood drained from my face. My skin prickled with heat.So this was it. He was going to kill me.“Kill, please… don’t—”“Shhhh.”The sound sliced through my plea.He picked up a pen, his fingers tapping it once against his palm before he stepped forward.“Open these pretty, lying lips, little mouse.”I swallowed hard. My mouth parted—hesitant, trembling. The pen slid between my lips, metallic and cold. My teary gaze locked on his, begging without words.He didn’t look back.Instead, he moved behind me. His inhale was deep, deliberate, pulling my scent into his lungs. His fingers threaded through my hair slowly—too slowly—before wrapping the strands around his hand like a rope.“Killing you would be easy,” he whispered, his breath searing the back of my ear.The tight coil of hair in his fist tugged my head back.“But I don’t have time to go searching for a replacement, little mouse. I have to manage with this…”His hand slid down my arm, his knuckles brushing the side of my breast
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