“I can still scream without a tongue.” “Then I’ll slit your vocal chords and fuck your mouth while you bleed out in the grass.” His snarl is sharp and unexpected, and I flinch away from him as the mask’s grin tilts to the side. “Oh, that was really scary of me, wasn’t it?” Huxley laughs. “Sorry, pretty girl. I get a little carried away, sometimes.”
