Chapter 24

Well, Valeria had been uncomfortable, but then she wasn't a stranger to sex and rough men. It was when she saw the knife at Pinks throat that she gasped and gave out a shriek before a large hand clamped over her mouth and held her down, giving her a very hard and stern warning to keep silent if she didn't want to wash the concrete with her blood. Pink didn't struggle or beg, no, it seemed more like a bad dream than anything else, one minute she was there and next she ceased, her life was snuffed out like a candle even before she could do any of the two. The very sharp blade had sliced through her throat so neatly that the blood flowed in a very straight horizontal lines and trickled to the already wet ground, giving it an automatic crimson colour, in some way, if was fitting, a shade of red surrounded her pink in a sick way that might have been funny to some psychopathic man (or woman). The man, unmasked had then proceeded to tear her pink outfit apart and then without remorse or any