Standing up, I stalk my way down the aisle slowly, watching as the feet scramble to hide, sensing the predator approaching. There's no room though — the feminine legs flailing in panic. Reaching down, I grab the two ankles, dragging the body out from the tiny space in between the wall and the books. I stand over the now paralyzed body, my eyebrows raising in surprise. "Well, hello little killer. Have you been attending private meetings?"
AYOOO DRAGGING HER IS CRAZY
