Esma’s pov

“Now.” she reverted her gaze to the window, i peeked through my lashes to see it was now evening. “I suppose we should talk. I am very curious from the first time I had laid my eyes on you.”

Long hair, strong smell of old shampoo, a lame beige cardiogram across her neck, natural style and almost impossible to notice makeup. She truly is beautiful, almost perfect and perfectly evil.

I am not getting a good feeling about this. She reverted her gaze to my hands as I placed them on my lap cautiously. They were finally free but my legs were still tied. I can tell a...