— You cut me, you bitch? And you’re so stubborn—well, I like girls like that!
— Oleg leans in, touching his nose to the wild, disheveled, light hair.
— Listen, you, slut, don’t squirm—otherwise I’ll have to hurt you, he whispers into her ear.
— You put yourself in this trap. We offered you an alternative.
Alice feels that her hatred can burn the whole world to the ground right now. But the fact remains: that bastard will have sex with her. And then… then it will be even worse. They will kill her and her beloved Oscar.