Underestimate

"What do you mean?" Anastasia's eyes widened in panic, her voice rising. "Kill who?! Who?!" She struggled against the ropes, her chair scraping against the floor as she twisted and turned in desperation.

Natalie let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling her eyes as though bored by Anastasia's outburst. "I absolutely hate it when people ask questions during dramatic moments. It ruins the mood," she said mockingly. Slowly, she crouched down, her fingers idly tracing nonsensical patterns in the dust on the floor. "If you must know…" Her voice turned sing-song, dripping with malice. "I asked her to kill one, but it would be so much better if she managed to kill two. Don't you think? Makes my life a lot easier."

She glanced up at Anastasia, her gaze piercing, and a chilling smile crept across her lips. The slow, deliberate curve of her expression sent a shiver down Anastasia's spine.