Victor
Erika steps from the elevator, still wearing the dress from the set. It's a different one than the one she wore at five-thirty and six. I know because I caught most of the eleven o'clock news live on my phone's app.
She's absolutely gorgeous in the blue V-neck dress and high-tops on her feet as she scans the garage. The hint of panic as she searches for her car adds to my excitement. I want her on edge. I plan to keep her that way, begging for mercy that only I can give.
I narrow my eyes and clench my jaw as the vein in my neck pulsates. Other than her purse, she's not carrying anything else. Where the hell are the red heels? She had to have seen my note.
Her offenses continue to mount.
I straighten my neck. Erika Ellis has a ways to go and lessons to learn about being obedi
