16 The French Cookie

The man was not bluffing. He twirled the tool between his fingers with expertise. He looked like someone who could carry out threats of murder.

'Calling for help would be stupid,' Ashley thought. She looked around, and iced tea was the only thing within her reach.

A distraction would not be helpful, and attempting to distract might have fatal consequences.

'I could take off my top like last time,' Ashley suggested to herself. "There is no element of surprise, however. The man is not hanging from a building."

The best she could do was keep him occupied.

"Who the hell are you?" Ashley asked.

"The more important question is, what am I doing here, ain't it?" the stranger replied. "And the answer is, considering the circumstances, I am here to kill you."

"I don't want to die…" Tessa whimpered.

Ashley gritted her teeth. There was something she could do. Offer him money?

He stepped towards them slowly, ensuring there was no room left to escape. The girls' faces turned pale. They clung t
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