Olivia Martins

I held her tightly, my arm a vice around her throat, every nerve in my body pulsing with adrenaline.

“I-I’ll talk,” she choked out, voice shaking.

I eased the pressure slightly, just enough for her to breathe without slipping from my grip. “Then start.”

The maid collapsed to the floor when I let go, catching herself on trembling hands. Her lips moved, no sound at first, like she was fighting her own fear. I stood above her, unrelenting. I didn’t have the patience ...