When We Are Older
"Another move, and I slit her throat,"
"Adam, listen to her," My voice is pained.
Frankie looks like she is suffering in my sister's tight grip around her waist. Tears are dripping down from her frightened eyes, and her breaths are ragged. The image is downright disturbing.
Adam stills beneath me, not moving a single muscle. His eyes are glazed over with hatred as he glares at my sister.
"What do you want?" He asks coldly.
My sister laughs. "It's simple, really," I keep my eyes on her face as she walks closer to us. She is gorgeous with her luscious blonde hair and red lips, but her eyes are wicked like a storm. "I want total control, Adam,"
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