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She’s old. Super old.

Could this lady really be the reigning terror of Detroit?

Could this lady really be the one after me?

“You have beautiful hair…” the woman coos softly, creepily, even as she circles me with slow, intentional steps.

Her cold, wrinkly hands reach out and grab a lock of hair, but I turn away from her immediately and jerk my head away from her grasp. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

The woman smiles evilly, as she moves her hand to my cheek. I shake her hand away again. She smiles even wider, and then traces her finger along my jaw. There’s a metal nail on her index finger, and it stings as she drags it across my skin.

It doesn’t take me long to realize it’s a knife.

I’m not the type to panic, though.

I’m more of the no-bullshit kind of girl.

“If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with, I’m tired of sitting in this musky ass kitchen.”

“Fish market…” she corrects.

I struggle against the chains, but I’m telling myself not to panic. There’s something she wants. There has to be. Otherwise, I’d be dead.

She is smirking.

I would love to slit her throat open.

“Smells like the underside of your twat, lady…” I hiss.

A slashing, clawing, knife-finger slap crashes against my face, slicing my cheek open.

I cry out, and I lunge toward her. I’ve had enough!

I run at her and claw her face. She laughs, maniacally and steps back just out of my chain’s reach.

“There’s that spunky attitude I’ve heard about!” She jeers.

This bitch…

“Enjoy your stay…” she says.

“Gladly…”

I regret the word as soon as it leaves my mouth.

The woman pauses and turns back to face me. “Honey…” she tuts. “Let’s not pretend you have the upper hand…” She brushes my hair and tucks it behind my ear. “I hope you enjoy the accommodations…”

I’m angry.

Her eyes staring into my soul is enough to make me murderous.

She cups my face again and leans forward, her cold, chapped lips softly dragging my forehead as she lays down a kiss.

I’m screaming at myself internally. What the hell is this?

“Goodnight…”

As soon as she retreats, my body crawls and I slide down to the floor again. How much longer am I supposed to be here?

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