Hector- Kick

“If I were to kill you, brother, I wouldn’t use some filthy pillow. I’d want to be sure. I’d want to see your face. I’d do it with these…” A squeeze. “Two…” Another squeeze. “Hands!”

Hector’s legs kicked into action, his knees connecting with Vincent’s elbows and dislodging his grip. He rolled off the bed in his drenched nightshirt, landing on his discarded clothes. He fumbled among them, gasping for breath.

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