"Your death is overdue," Mr. Michaels recited as he reached for her. "Hell is waiting for you, Katalina Donovan."Kat couldn't be more perplexed, but she also couldn't be more pressured. Because of this, sharp instincts she didn't know she possessed had taken over her body. Instead of screaming (which was her go-to response to dangerous situations), she grabbed her rock-hard pillow, slapped Mr. Michaels across the face with it, and lobbed it at his crotch as an extra measure.For such simple actions, the effects were quite complex. And instantaneous.Mr. Michaels, upon contact with the stiff-ass pillow, snapped back to his senses. He froze once more in a robotic manner, but emotions started to come back to his face. From bewildered to suspicious to stunned. He stared at his outstretched hands, then at Kat. "Why am I standing? Why are you moving away from me?"A wince suddenly crumpled his features. Perhaps he finally felt the crotch shot.Kat didn'
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