Dying for Her Test, Reborn for Revenge
I bit my lip hard, refusing to speak, but Melissa's nails dug deep into my flesh.
Wincing from the pain, I finally spat out, "Expensive stuff. The pricier, the better!"
Once she headed into the kitchen, I looked around the house, desperately trying to find a way to escape.
Before long, the doorbell rang. Elliot was standing at the door in a well-tailored casual suit, looking naive and youthful.
Melissa welcomed him in with a smile.