The Perfect Revenge
“Skyla—don’t—give—him—anything!”
Carl struck him again, harder. The camera wobbled as Ed convulsed, blood dripping to the floor.
I was sobbing, clawing at my own arms to keep from tearing the screen apart. “Stop! Please—stop!”
Carl leaned down beside Ed, his face filling the lens, eyes glittering with cruel delight.
“Twenty-four hours. The choice is yours, Skyla. His blood… or your files.”
The screen went black.
The silence in the safe house roared.
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