- “Well, thanks.” A voice made me remove my eyes off the running Pavel and Emory in his hands.
- I screamed when Tyra swung the scissors to hit my chest. My limbs scooted me back as I struggled to get away from her. But she kept swinging that sharp blade, trying to stab me.
- As Tyra had the advantage of a more comfortable position, she was faster and more flexible than me. Her pace quickened, and I jumped back, spreading my legs as she stabbed the scissors in the asphalt. My behind was all wet, and my hands were freezing, but that was not the reason I was shaking. This woman was horrifying.