Myra screamed when Christine dug her nails into her scalp and yanked her hair. "Let me go!" "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Christine's voice was sweetened with venom. "You think I'm blind, you little bitch."

Myra struggled to break free but it was no use. Christine was sinking her claws deep. "What are you saying? Let me go!"

"Stop playing innocent" Christine chuckled but even the sound was sharp like her claws. "I know your little game Myra."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" ...