imagination. I barely notice her nipples poking through the thin fabric. No, what my eyes lock in on is the outline of a knife strapped to her thigh. My blood chills. If this bitch tries to hurt my little mouse... “Where are they?” I ask, keeping calm. I’m waiting to see confusion bloom on her face, followed by a question on who I’m talking about. But she doesn’t give me that sense of security. She seems to know exactly who I’m talking about. “Safe from you,” she snips. Then she turns her head to the side, staring at the wall. “Let the others know two women are being followed and make sure they get away Safely. I have this handled.” I can’t help the smirk that tips up the corners of my mouth. While part of me is tripped up on who she’s talking to, I’m mostly amused that she thinks she can handle me. Her eyes track something that I can’t see, as if she’s watching them leave. “So, you’re crazy, huh?” She rears back, offended by my assessment. Frankly, I couldn’t give a less of a shit. Anxiousness is curdling in my stomach like spoiled milk. Addie and Daya still haven’t stumbled their way to the back of the hallway yet. And this little girl must think I’m like Mark and here to hurt them and well... she’s not entirely wrong. Except I’m only interested in hurting one of them, and by the time I’m done, she’ ll love the way I make her scream. She snaps, “Don’t call me that. You’re the one preying on women.” I arch a brow, on the verge of laughing in her face. “That just makes me disturbed. Not crazy.” Her tiny hands ball into tight fists, and a snarl pulls her face taut with anger. The doll lifts her nightgown far enough to bring out the knife and kicks the door shut behind her. I can’t tell if I should laugh or rage. She’s deliberately keeping me from my little mouse, and that makes me very fucking unhappy. “What are you going to do with that, dolly?” I ask, a mocking smirk on my face. This should be over quickly. “T’m going to kill you, monster.”