Hell |H.S.|

"It's so nice to see you again, you look really good in that suit."

I don't need to say anything else because my sadistic smile already shows how much I'm enjoying the situation and the expression on his face as I sit at the table right in front of him.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Surprised to see me here, yeah? You haven't seen anything yet, honey.

"Last time you were really glad to have me in front of you" I speak up again with confidence whilst I ask the croupier for cards, "You're not anymore, are you?"

"Fucking stupid bitch," his growl is barely audible, gritting his teeth, "you should be dead."

"Turns out I'm not." My smile widens, gathering the cards in my hands and focusing on the game we're going to play.

The bright, flickering lights of the slot machines and the murmur of the people around us make me feel at home.

"Redheads were burned at the stake for a reason, darling. And I'm gonna show you what that reason is tonight."

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