VALESKA
"You... You..." I stammered, my body shaking as I stared at George, who saw everything that night. Everything that happened to me and didn't do anything!
"Yes," he responded, taking another step forward.
"I saw it all. Very entertaining," he smirked, revealing his sick nature.
"It was shocking, yet beautiful," he chuckled, making my stomach twist.
"I know you're surprised. George saw me getting r***d and didn't even bother to stop Dante? Come on, Valeska. How could I have stopped him? The guy is a psycho with sharp eyes," he said, giving me a lustful look from head to toe.
"For a man known to hate women, he sure knows a sweet kitty when he sees one."
I gasped, my chest tightening.
"I wouldn't have seen the show if two of our fellow cops hadn't run past me in fear, acting se
