Bette heard footsteps walk across the room, “You girls should learn to mind your own business.”
The stranger stepped into the light, and looked straight at Bette.
Bette’s eyes widened in shock as she saw the psychotic rage in the stranger’s eyes.
She suddenly recognized the face, “How could it be. You?”
***
Bette tried to ignore the cold as her skin rested on the cold metal of the table top, she still starred in disbelief at the girl’s face.
“Adele Channing, I should have known,” Bette said, trying to sound as strong as she could tied, “Let me go!”
Adele laughed, “Let you go? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Adele climbed on top of Bette pulling out a knife. Bette could feel Adele’s skin on hers, which brought a warmth to her, but hardly a comforting one. Adele gently traced Bette’s breasts and neck with the tip of her knife, “I have you exactly where I want you, I’ll teach you sisters to be meddlesome.”
Adele leaned over until her face was on top of Bette’s. Bette looked towards the side, struggling frantically, her breaths coming out harder and faster. Adele bent closer to Bette’s ear and whispered, “You know, your sister enjoyed it more than you think.”
“Don’t you dare talk about her that way,” Bette shouted.
Adele climbed off Bette and walked around the table in circles, muttering to herself, “All those girls, all those disgusting cheap girls, they thought they could have her. No, I could not let that happen.”
She suddenly spun on her heel and looked at Bette, “I’m going to have some fun with you.”
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Gen sped down the freeway, looking up at the sky ever so often, in her heart, she silently prayed that Bette was alright, that Bette was still alive. Gen blinked, feeling the frustrated tears she had been holding back flow down her cheeks. She brushed them off with the back of her hand, refusing to give in to any emotion she felt. Everything she felt and did was against all her principles. She had gotten too emotionally involved in this case already.
