But once he closed the communication door between them, it was like they were creatures from different planets, unable to communicate at all.
Yet, Hank Clegg had a proclivity for pushing his prey to the limit. He squinted and asked: "Tell me, do you hate it very much?"
"I...I..." Victoria stuttered.
Suddenly, she mustered the courage and lifted her head. The hand she still had control over hooked around Hank Clegg's neck and she brought her lips to his.
In that moment, she did not close her eyes, so she saw Hank Clegg's pupils suddenly dilate.
His lips were stiffer than before, as if untouched by a kiss.
However, Victoria's lips were soft. He had pushed her to the point where she had no escape, and she had to resort to her only weapon, which was once Hank Clegg's favorite against her.
She kissed him with all her might, touching his lips.
Although Victoria could feel that Hank Clegg stayed immobile, including his lips, at least for the first three seconds.
