Page 104 of Perilous

“Molly, we need to talk about that,” Annika says. “I owe you the biggest apology ever.”

Good girl…

“Oh?” Molly asks.

The stupid cunt is acting surprised by this.

I can’t wait to kill her.

“I can’t believe Perilous attacked you like that. The way he just grabbed you and threw you out of my apartment. And I just stood there. I allowed it. What kind of friend am I to you?”

“Well, it was scary,” Molly says in a meek voice.

“No, Molly. It wasn’t scary. It was fucking terrifying. It was horrifying. And then I was alone with him. And he…”

“Did he hurt you, Annika?”

I picture her nodding. I grin. I look to my left and see the fucking black cocktail dress again. I pull it off its hanger.

“You deserve better,” Molly says. “You deserve so much better than someone that would hurt you like that.”

“It’s like if my best friend turned her back on me, you know?” Annika asks.

I push the closet door open. The hinges don’t make a peep. This is fucking perfect.

“What do you mean by that?” Molly asks.

“You know, just being hurt by someone you care about,” Annika says. “Like, imagine if you were, I don’t know, sleeping with my father. And you and him plotted to sell me or something.”

I watch Molly’s body stiffen. She stupidly steps away from Annika but closer to me.

I make my move. I throw the black cocktail dress over Molly’s face and pull her toward me.

She’s already screaming and trying to fight back against me. I slam my left forearm to her throat, cutting off her air and shutting her up.

“Traitorous cunt,” I growl.

“Take the dress off her face,” Annika suddenly says. “I want to watch her die.”

That might be the sexiest thing Annika has ever said. My cock throbs.

Holy fuck… my doll is as crazy as me…

Part of me wants to give her the knife and let her slit Molly’s throat herself. But that’s my job. I will always kill for Annika. Always.

I pull the dress off Molly’s face and reach back for my knife. As soon as the blade touches her throat, the freaking out stops and the crying begins.

“On your knees,” I growl.

Molly drops down. I hold her hair with one hand, making her look up at Annika.

“I know everything,” Annika says. “I know what you did. What you planned.”

“It was all him,” Molly gasps. “I swear, Annika. He was going to blackmail me. I… I got into some trouble last year. Okay?”

“Trouble?”

“I got a DUI,” Molly says. “I crashed my car and I hit someone. And… oh, fuck, please. I didn’t know what to do. Your father helped me. And I just…”

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