“It’s not that I have anything against you in particular,” Roger explained as gently as he could. “In fact, you seem to be a perfectly lovely lady.”
Alaina glared silently, tears brimming in the corners of her eyes.
“It’s just women in general,” Roger continued, examining his knife with a strange fondness. “You’re all cruel, loud, psychotic, evil bitches.” He smiled as though it was the most pleasant of conversations. “I just hate the lot of you, see?”
Alaina moaned through her gag and struggled, sobbing, against her bonds.
Roger grinned. “I just don’t think any of you deserve to live.”