"You didn’t even know her, stop screaming for nothing.
He shows no remorse. This man is a monster."
"Stop screaming and flailing around like a crazy woman!"
"Why?"
He moves dangerously close to me and grabs my cheeks, squeezing them violently as I hold back a whimper of pain.
"You should never leave a single witness alive. Consider yourself lucky-it’s better that she died without realizing it than being eaten alive by my dog."
His face is utterly demonic, pure evil. It makes me want to vomit. Finally, he releases my cheeks and starts laughing.
"I have gifts for you."
Paco bends down, rummages through his gym bag, and pulls out a huge bottle of vodka.
"I heard you hate alcohol. Here’s my first gift."
He opens the bottle and forces it into my mouth despite my protests. The alcohol
