Everything around her froze as soon as those words left the man's lips. All her hopes of getting it easy were so quickly flushed down the drain. Sara wondered what she had done to the said woman to hate her to the point of wishing her demise.
"Heard, pretty little lady?" said the bulky man with a sadistic smile. The way her face paled and twisted brought him delight. He squatted to her level and said, "I don't know what you did to that woman, but it is quite unfortunate," he reached out his hand to grab her hair but she evaded it.
Sara looked for anything that could serve as a weapon, even if it wouldn't do much harm. But she couldn't find anything, and she cursed at herself for being so orderly.
"What do you have to say, little lady?" He didn't mind that she evaded his touch and rather looked her up and down, and a newfound interest surfaced as his eyes glimmered with something dark and dangerous; it sent a shiver down her spine.
