Evelyn
"What the f**k Serena," I screamed.
She stood in front of me with her arms crossed and her head tilted with that slow unbothered smile that I had grown up watching her use on people she had already decided she had won against.
"Well, well, well," she murmured, moving around me slowly, "look who we have here, tied to a chair like some animal."
"Serena, watch your tone," I snapped.
She stopped walking and turned to face me and the smile sharpened. "Or what?" She stepped closer, close enough that I could smell her perfume, the same one she had worn since we were teenagers.
"You are going to call the police?" She laughed, low and unhurried. "That is all the power you have got, but me," she spread her arms slightly, "I have all the weapons that can blow your head clean off your sho
