I dug my nails into the material of the armchair, nervous, in anticipation.
"Now relax and let me take care of you, investigator."
The audacity he had to call me by my title at a moment like that.
"So that I lower my guard and you finally manage to kill me?" I raised a questioning eyebrow, looking down at the killer between my legs.
He smiled darkly.
"I really do intend to kill you, but not in the way you fear so much."
And then he bit the flesh of my thigh hard enough to leave the mark of his teeth, as if to prove his point.
I jerked in the armchair and stretched my leg, determined to kick him in retaliation.
He grabbed my heel in the air with no difficulty, laughing the whole time. And he brought my leg to rest over his shoulder. In that position, I was even more exposed to him.
