His arms, now flexed tight and rigid, were unmovable. xxx18 She pictured her Strategic Management professor, Carolyn Miers, cackling like a witch as she counted her winnings, correctly predicting Lindsay would lose the battle on the day before the holiday break began. Red streaks of blood had trickled down his neck to his muscular chest; wounds inflicted from her piercing fingernails as she clawed at his throat. Her Last Breath
Toweling herself off, Lindsay stepped from the shower and stood in front of the full-length mirror mounted on the wall. If she would have been able to, Lindsay would have been begging, pleading for her life. Lindsay was now dressed only in her blue boy shorts. Terror tore through her body. Instead, she silently prayed for her life to be spared. Out of habit, Lindsay
