Chapter 3
Under my relentless pressure, Susan was forced to swallow every last bite of the bowl, tears streaming down her face.
When I finally let go, she ignored the sauce smeared all over her cheeks and desperately clawed at her throat.
“Ugh… you wretched whore! I’m calling my son to come back and beat you to death… ugh!”
So that was it. No wonder Eloise always ended up battered. It had to be with this old hag egging her son on behind the scenes.
My eyes narrowed. I picked up the hot kettle from the side table.
“After all that barbecue sauce, you must be thirsty, right? Here, let me give you some water.”
Susan thought I was backing down. She sneered, “Ha! Finally scared, aren’t you-
Before she could finish, I tipped the kettle and poured the scalding water straight over her head and face.
“Aah!” she shrieked, leaping off the floor, her face turning scarlet almost instantly.
I shook my head in disappointment. The water wasn’t nearly hot enough.
If it had been boiling, I could have admired the spectacle of her skin peeling right off in sheets.
Susan bolted into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it from the inside, splashing herself with cold water. But even from behind the locked door, her shrill curses carried.
“You lunatic! How dare you do this to me! You’ll di
horrible death!”
“Just wait until my son gets home. He’ll make sure you pay! He’ll break your arms and legs so you can’t pull your crazy stunts again!”
I dug a finger lazily in my ear, already regretting not having sliced out her tongue and thrown it into the oven along with the rest of the
dish.
But all her screeching about her son, her son… it actual
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I hadn’t met this brother–in–law of mine, Alex Hawkins, yet.
I wondered, was he tall, strong, the kind of man who could actually go toe–to–toe with me?
Just as the thought crossed my mind, the front door swung open.
