Chapter 7: Olivia!
Lor's heart pounded, though his wide-eyed expression was pure theater.
"Olivia! Why are you doing this to me?" he gasped, struggling against the ropes binding his wrists, his voice trembling as if he were truly terrified.
The abandoned classroom was dim, its broken windows letting in slivers of gray light, the air heavy with dust and the faint creak of old floorboards.
Olivia stood before him, her light brown hair styled in a short, wavy bob that framed her striking face.
Her hazel eyes glinted with a mix of suspicion and triumph, the flickering fire in her palm casting shadows over her tight shirt, which clung to her busty chest, and her tight pants, which hugged her hips and thighs like a second skin.
Lor's gaze lingered despite his act, her curves a distracting contrast to the tension in the room.
Olivia stepped closer, the flame in her hand steady, and held up a familiar scrap of paper.
"This was from me," she said, her voice low and sharp. She waved the note, the words "I know you helped Eva" scrawled across it, followed by Lor's casual "Ok" reply.
"So that was you," Lor said, his tone feigning surprise as he tugged at the ropes, his average build straining for effect. "What's this about?"