Images flashed through her mind, along with those repeated questions.
What to say?
She certainly knew what Glenn wanted her to say.
There were many ways to fight Glenn to a standstill, but why had Flossie chosen that one particular way?
Of course, because—
It was him.
If it had been someone else, Flossie would have just stabbed with her knife, not resorting to any tricks.
But back when she refused to admit it, there were all sorts of reasons to escape, and the annoyance was but a momentary affair. However, once she admitted it to herself...
She just wanted to flay Glenn Hutchinson alive to quench her hatred.
Fucking bastard!
What was he doing, provoking her for no good reason?
The cold seawater gradually robbed her body of warmth, and Flossie surfaced from beneath the water when she reached the limit of her breath-holding.
Waves splashed, sunlight refracted streaks of light, unveiling an unusually beautiful scene.
"Flossie?!"