Chapter Twenty-Eight
"Get your f*****g hands off her!" Max growled at Otto. "Look, Max, we've been through this. Me, knife, her throat, lots of friends, lots of guns. Then there's you. Alone. No friends," Otto gleefully described, with such exuberance. Max was more scared than he had ever been of anyone or anything. Not only was Otto threatening, he was so horrifyingly unhinged to his very core. Usually in a confrontation, Max could read the other person, plan out his next move; but with Otto there was no chance. Even he himself probably didn't know what he would do next. "Oh, I'm sorry, of course, how silly of me! You did have a friend!" Otto giggled, emphasising heavily on the word 'did'; his eyes wide with joy. Otto turned and nodded to one of the two armed men standing guard at the bedroom door. He exi
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