She slipped it on and tied it closed, never taking her eyes from his. If looks could scream “I’m going to slit your throat and bathe myself in your blood,” that’s what hers would say. She began to back toward the door. She wasn’t about to turn around, given that he looked at her like he was starving and she was his last meal.
“Nothing to say?” A sly smile stretched across his handsome face. The good looks were only skin deep. Everything beneath it was a festering, infected wound that stunk of evil.
Kara still didn’t say a word. She put her hand behind her and moved it around until she found the doorknob, then she pulled the door open. As she continued to walk backward, she began to close the door, but before she could get it shut, his words slipped through the small c***k. “I’ll see you
