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MONICA’S POV
The fear in Adria’s eyes had been delightful as I held up the instrument with which I was going to burn her skin and she had looked up at me, shaking her head and trying to speak but of course, couldn’t because of the sweet tape I had spread over her large, promiscuous mouth.
She had continued to shake her head and the sound of her muffling had become louder.
“Shut it!” I had snapped, leaving my sweet instrument of torture in the fire. “If you had not been so greedy, you wouldn’t have taken my man! You should at least have a sign to remind you of your wayward ways? He’s a damn professor. He’s not your age. There is a huge age gap and he has a girl he is meant to marry and… what? You think you can just come in to the scene and snatch him away? No way, darl, tough choice
