“SICKO! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING!?” I howled, still struggling.
Although Alexander barely made a move, the panther tensed and that was the only warning he needed to do nothing else. I tried to turn around, wishing to see the impassive face of that madman who wouldn’t let me move, but it was useless.
“I know, don’t worry. I know I’m not normal,” he admitted. “None of us are normal, we don’t play according to the book. But what does a simple woman like you know about that?”
“… bastard, WHY!? WHY THE CHILDREN!? THEY’RE JUST CHILDREN!” I screamed, and I couldn’t see anything because tears blurred my sight, panic made me dizzy, rage corroded me. I would have emptied a magazine into his forehead until nothing but liquid pulp remained instead of brain. “THEY’RE JUST TWO INNOCENT CREATURES!
