Chapter 19 I Should Start Writing My Will

• "There you are, little mouse." Michelle's scream is caught in her throat. The bad man grabs her hair and pulls her out of the closet. "You're not very good at hiding, are you? Not good at the game. You could've at least made it a little challenging for me."
• "Let go of me!" She sinks her small teeth into his skin.
• "Fuck!" The man groans and his hand hits her across her face. The pain explodes in her head but she doesn't cry out. She glares at the man and fights back, her nails clawing at the man's hand having a tight grip on her hair as he drags her down the stairs.