Change of Plans

"Hey, manager," Hailey leaned closer. "Why did you do it? Why use your position to take advantage of me when I already told you no?"

Her fingers toyed with the knife, her grip steady and precise, revealing her expertise.

For a brief moment, she paused, her gaze turning to the corpse's hand. Without thinking, she pressed it against her chest. 

"Was it because you wanted to touch this... softness?" 

"Did you really want to feel it that badly?" she teased, a wild grin spreading across her face. "Enough to risk your life for it?"

Her hand gripped the corpse's cold fingers, forcing them to trace over her uniform. Her skin flushed as a twisted thrill ran through her veins. 

But then, the enjoyment faded as quickly as it came, replaced by something darker. 

Her expression twisted violently, disgust flooding her thoughts.

She jumped at the corpse, seizing the knife with both hands and driving it into its head.