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right at the end of the hall.  

    Carefully, I stepped to the back of the hallway, thinking of that fucking dick bag’s face. I paused right at the door and saw a dim trace of light flickering under it. It didn’t sound like there was a big party up here. Maybe whatever was happening was something Gabi wanted, but there was something in me that didn’t want to chance that. I opened the door and saw something very fucking displeasing.

    The slimy director was sitting in one of his tattered Victorian armchairs, and Gabriella was straddling him as he kissed her neck and ran his fingers over the line of her collarbone. Her perfect collarbone, its lines smooth and inviting. I stayed quiet. The director turned to me, his eyes bright and vacant, and he barely seemed to notice me. He sloppily held his phone up with one hand, trying to record their little tryst. A little tryst that Gabi might not have wanted any part of if she were sober. Her head fell to the side as the bastard tried to move his hand up to her strap to pull it down and away from her body.  

    “Red,” she sighed, tracking her gaze over to my face. There was a smile plastered on her face. She was completely out of it and was probably about two inches away from passing out on the director’s lap.

    The rage rose in an unstoppable wave. Stepping over to the slick little fucker, I plucked his phone from his hands, just as Gabi had done with my cigarette. I dropped the phone and stomped on it, crushing it beneath my feet until the glass crackled and crunched under my shoe. Regaining my cool, I grabbed his scrawny throat, pressing against his windpipe just hard enough so that he would feel it.  

    “You piece of shit,” I growled. “What did you give her?” The director just groaned in response.  

    “Molly,” he groaned, his voice rasping. I clutched his throat tighter, and watched with satisfaction as his face began to turn red. “And GHB,” he added. I raised my free hand and made a fist.  

    “This girl is barely twenty,” I snarled. “So this is how you get girls, huh? Dope them up so they have no idea what’s going on?” Gabi snickered, moving off of the director’s lap and trying to stand. She crashed to the side, sliding down to the floor and hitting her head in the process. There was blood on her face when I looked at her. My stomach twisted. Art had told this piece of shit that Gabi was “up for anything.” I was going to assume that he didn’t mean this.

    “Please … please don’t hit me,” the man rasped, gasping for air. I tensed my muscles and crushed my fist against his face. The man tried to cry out, but I gripped his throat harder, pressing my fingers into his soft flesh.  

    “Fuck … you … you goddamn piece of shit.” I punched him again, this time aiming for his eyes, smashing my hand again and again against his face. I felt the sick crush of cartilage and paused, watching as the man suffocated under my grasp. I didn’t know I could effectively choke a person with one hand, but the dude was for sure gasping for air and grabbing at my hand with his limp, useless fingers. I laughed and gripped him harder, watching him slide off of the bed, held up only by my hand.

    “Red… stop.” Gabriella’s sleepy voice came to me as if from a long distance. I was already savoring the high of watching the guy choke under my grip. My body released, and I let go of the poor bastard, letting him fall to the floor.   “Red… just take me home.”

    The director lay on the floor, sputtering and grasping at his deeply bruised throat. He’d live, but he wouldn’t look the same for quite some time. I kicked him hard in the back, aiming for his kidney. He cried out in pain.  

    “Don’t worry, Gabi. He’s still breathing.” I sat down and took her in my arms, gently pulling the straps of the dress back up. I picked her up, carrying her beautiful, fragile body. Her head tilted backwards as I walked out of the room and hurried