"You watch this kind of porn now?" Another pause, her voice dropping to a purr. "I thought you liked those Japanese ones…" A slow, teasing laugh. "The ones I showed you…"
Hannah's voice cracked, panicked, desperate. "I—I just—!" She swallowed hard, her fingers twisting in her skirt. "I like this now…!"
"Hannah…"
Haruna's voice was a blade wrapped in silk—soft, but with an edge that promised to cut deep. It slithered through the phone, dark and intrusive, like she was reaching through the screen to wrap her fingers around Hannah's throat.
There was something dangerous in her tone, something that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. She wasn't just asking a question. She was peeling Hannah open, layer by layer, exposing every lie, every secret, every filthy little thought she'd tried to bury.
