![]() I believe it’s always better to get to know someone a little before you kill them. “I see you’ve met my colleague, Lawrence. Simon turned to look at Henrietta, casually stepping towards her. Her eyes would not leave the knife, and her trembling hands were now damp. Henrietta took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It can cut a whole pumpkin with surprisingly little effort.” Now Henrietta felt her stomach curling into a tiny ball and her lungs struggle to work. “Very much so,” Simon replied in the same tone, “I found this knife in the kitchen.” He waved it. “Satisfying repast?” Big-teeth asked casually, like there wasn’t a tied-up seventeen-year-old girl in the room. It was large and sharply pointed, much like the ones Henrietta’s mother kept in the kitchen. It would easily cut a whole pumpkin, Henrietta thought. Simon had crumbs on his suit jacket and a knife in his hand. One of the filing cabinets slid a metre to the left, and the white wall behind it swung open. I wonder if yours has already been eaten.” “Most valuable thing in the world, a human soul. He was repulsive.īig-teeth continued: “Interesting, actually. Henrietta leaned as far away from him as her chair would allow. “Curious little one, aren’t you?” Big-teeth said, brushing a brown curl out of her face. She was pretty sure that she would be later, when they actually got to the bit where they killed her. Henrietta glared at him, and thought vaguely that she was probably meant to be scared. Henrietta felt a sudden urge to pull all of those giant teeth out, one by one, without anaesthetic. “Can’t have people running around knowing what’s going on. “We’re going to kill you,” the suited man announced matter-of-factly. Probably not, because it didn’t seem likely that she would ever get out of the chair. “Looking for Simon?” The toothy man asked. Henrietta’s head ached and her wrists burned where the rope cut into them. “Ah,” he said, his teeth glowing in the bright light, “the interfering little busy-body wakes up.” He looked very much the same as the old man in a suit, but his teeth were bigger. She couldn’t move, not even to rub the bump she knew was forming above her temple. Her legs were fastened to the chair legs, and a thick rope circled her torso and the chair several times. Her hands were tied behind her, bound to the bottom rail of the chair back. She considered this to be an unacceptable position to be in, but there was very little she could do about it. That was the inescapable conclusion she came to when she woke up. Chapter 3 - In which Henrietta meets a heroĬhapter Three – In which Henrietta meets a hero
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