You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 158

She looked mean. I could also tell she'd be calling for help any moment if I didn't return to the floor.

"I—I need to pee." My nails picked at a loose thread on my sleeve.

"What do I care? You know the rules, bitch. Get down on the floor and hold that clit till I'm done."

I trapped my shaking hand under its twin so she wouldn't notice. I dropped back to the floor under the window and counted the seconds until she turned back around to continue mopping.

My heart was no longer beating; it was sprinting, tripping, crashing into the walls of my ribs like it wanted out.

I closed my eyes, stacked breath upon breath, and let the voices argue me into action. Then I rose, this time not giving myself space to think.

Not with the knife—hell no. I already came to terms with the fact that I couldn't do that.

I picked up a rickety bedside lamp that hadn't worked a day since I came here, inched toward her, and brought it down on her head with a bone-thick crack.

She lurched sideways, knocking into the cart, the mop bucket tipping over and fanning soapy water across the floor.

That should be enough to make her pass out. Please, tell me it did.

She groaned instead, one hand to her head, her face pressed to the floor.

Fuck. Still conscious.

I dipped to swing again but was too slow. She twisted and popped me in the jaw so clean I saw white stars.

A second later she was up on an elbow, her mask down from her face. She hit me hard in the face before shoving me back with a force that was hard enough to hurt. The knife slipped from my waistband, skittering across the wet floor.

We both tracked it. Her eyes widened, like she couldn't believe what she'd just seen on me.

Then, she opened her mouth, and I knew she was about to scream.

"Hey—!"

I lunged with everything left in me, my fingers scooping the knife on my way. My feet skidded in the water, but so did hers. She tried to scramble up, slipped, and fell with a slap against the wet tiles.

Before she could draw breath for another scream, I was on her, pressing a trembling hand over her mouth, forcing her head back against the soaked floor. Her nails raked my arms as her muffled cries vibrated against my palm.

"Please, don't. I don't want to hurt you." I begged.

I didn't even know where I had the strength to keep her pinned to the floor.

She bit my palm and I yelped.

Oh, God.

'The girls were right when they told me you didn't have the spine for it,' Josephine's words mocked me now.

Shit. This wasn't just about me. There were lives at stake.

Lives at stake.

Lives at stake.

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