Wickedly Twisted
Shouldn't there be guards, alarms, something, anything?
She turns to face me, a wicked smile on her lips.
"What are you doing?" I ask her, looking around the room for something I can use.
A weapon.
Sophia's in athletic clothes. Tight running top, yoga pants, and sneakers. She's got a hat on, pulled down low over her face, and her hair is piled on her head, hidden under the cap. She comes closer, hands balled into fists.
"Do you have any idea what's going to happen now?" she asks, speaking quietly. "Now that they're dead? Now that your piece-of-shit husband is going to win the war?"
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