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“Who are you?”
Stepping closer to the crouched figures, he roughly grabbed Bette’s arm and jerked her to a standing position before tossing her against the wall. “Where is she?”
“Get your hands off of me.” She struggled against the man’s bruising grip.
A harsh laugh escaped the tall man’s throat; he was going to enjoy breaking this one. Drawing the six inch cutting knife, he pushed it up against Bette’s throat, causing the woman to gasp and become rigid. “Got your attention now luv.”
For the first time in Bette’s life there was no thought process. Her body went pale and clammy, and she gapped at the Intruder before her. Mouth dry and paralyzed with fear she stared unblinkingly into his cold grey eyes.
Lightly he traced the side of her face, relishing in the sent of fear. “All you lesbians are the sameyou just need a real man.” Hungrily he thrust his hips into hers. “Maybe if your tennis star had a man at home she wouldn’t have been wondering around so late.” Greedily he licked the side of the mocha woman’s face. “My lady isn’t allowed out after dark.” He smirked against her face.
Shuddering, Bette seemed to have gotten her courage back. Despite the blade being against her throat and the conclusion that she was not likely to survive her next act, her feminist rage getting the best of her and she jerked her knee as hard as she could into the man’s crotch.
“Mmmmph” Dropping the knife and grabbing himself he promptly fell to the ground his eyes crossed in pain.
Taking the opportunity to escape, Bette leapt over the whimpering form toward the front door. Wait AlShaneshe’s probably deadI can still save Al! “
Regaining his senses the burly man managed to stand, not caring about the knife or the fun he had been having he pulled out his gun and lowered it to Bette’s head. “You’re right about one thing bitchyou’re out of time.” He smirked as his finger began to squeeze the trigger.
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So who dies next? *rubs hands in glee* Totally enjoying this fic, love how unpredictable it is keeps me coming back for more lol. Great update!
oh man…this is getting good.i suspected that the killer was the agent watching the house *points finger* i knew it! …man this anticipation is building fast :P btw, im loving this fic, great update!
OMG!!! The is f-ing brilliant! A fabulous thriller. I just read from the beginning! WOW! Please post again soon – You so rock!!!!
WOW… as if people havent already said that… dang, your story is as good as a movie! Its intensely well written… It is nice that all the friends have so much empathy for and are looking out for each other… keep the thrills coming.
Gripping! Suspensful! Thrilling! Keep it coming… :)
you can’t kill bette!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OMF..R U gunna kill everybody?!:(..plz dun!..I am enamored wit this btw:)..POST SOON..
This is a really good story.
you’re doing this on purpose aren’t you? All I did was beg you in a not so subtle way to keep writting nonstop for the rest of your life with no concideration for your personal life….was that so much to ask?
I hope that they are all o.k i love this story please post soon
this story rocks!!!, I’m loving the building to the main event, its like walking in the dark trying to find your way back lolthere are so many peeps you could kill, and so many ways you could take this story. really glad to have you back writing for us again