DADDY'S LITTLE PLAYTHING
It was quick, clean, and utterly professional.
Sage’s smile faltered. Her eyes went wide, reflecting a sudden, profound confusion. She didn't fight. She didn't even fall slowly. She crumbles to the ground, dropping like a puppet whose strings had been cleanly severed.
The sight broke something vital inside me. The fear, the anger, the love—it all condensed into a singular, white-hot need for vengeance. I covered the last ten feet, shoving bodies aside with brutal efficiency.
"YOU BITCH!"
I lunged, my hands aimed for Alice’s throat. I was two feet away—just inches from ending the nightmare.
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