"Why did you steal my painting?" asked a woman's voice. It was Michelle. She found Erin in the restroom. Erin wanted to escape, but Michelle stopped her. After looking at her scathingly, Michelle put the "Cleaning, Do Not Disturb" sign at the door, to avoid having soone interrupt them.
"What are you talking about? Who stole your painting?" asked Erin innocently, taking a step back in fear. She never knew this side of Michelle. She had heard rumors, but it was her first ti to see it with her own eyes.
"What? Just admit it, you are a bitch!" Michelle teased, using the very sa words Erin had used on her in the past. She wasn't a weak woman, and she wasn't about to let anyone bully her as they wished. Michelle decided to take control and fight back.
"I don't know what you're talking about," snapped Erin, but couldn't et Michelle's eyes. Determined, she continued to deny the accusation. There was no way she'd admit the truth. Michelle was right: she had sothing to do with the missing painting.
"Really? You really don't know?" mocked Michelle. "You never got along well with Hilda. But all of a sudden, you appeared in our room. And just when I ca back from outside, you seed to be shaken by sothing. Are you still sure you don't know what I'm talking about? And, oh!" exclaid Michelle, adding as an afterthought, "Don't tell you felt sorry for Hilda, and that's why you went to our room." Michelle slapped her hand against the door to stop Erin from opening it. She wasn't going to let the woman get away before admitting the truth.
"What are you saying?" said Erin, her eye contact faltering. "I just - I just went to warn her about sothing." Michelle was getting closer to the truth, and it worried Erin. She didn't know what else to say, but she had to make a good excuse to divert Michelle's attention.
"Did you? Hilda was so nice. She must've made you a cup of coffee. If I'm not mistaken, was that when you took
could not fight against her face to face. So she promised what Michelle wanted to hear. However, whether she would keep the promise? It was another story.
"If you're planning to have your revenge in the future, you'd better give it up. I'm a nobody, and I don't care about being alive or not. If you do sothing again to , I'm not sure what kind of crazy things I'll do as a payback. Trust , you wouldn't want to know. Am I clear enough?" Michelle shook her head. She was born and raised in a faction after all. If there was sothing she learned in a troubling environnt, it was to stand up for herself. If needed, she knew how to be intimidating as well. And she was doing it extrely well towards Erin.
"I..." Erin swallowed hard once again. She could not help but shudder at the sight of Michelle's insidious eyes.
"Of course, if you do as you promised, I'll be nice to you. So... if I were you, I'd think about it carefully," Michelle said, and played with her curled hair. She twirled Erin's hair playfully, as if she was a man flirting with her, and it almost looked evil and terrible.
"Okay. Can I leave now?" Now all Erin wanted was to escape from this place, from Michelle, as soon as she could. As for her other plans, she would think about them another ti when she was safe.
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