Did I once say this place might be better?
No.
Not with the look in his eyes. The hate. They still linger like a volcano ready to erupt any moment and burn me to ashes.
He had said: Don't look at him. Don't speak unless given the permission. Don't defy. Don't ask. Yet here I am, breaking the very first rule at the very first night here, and I still can't stop myself.
Not my fault his gaze traps me like every damn time, leaving my limbs shaking like a kitten under a cold, stormy, frigid night.
He yanks me close, his thick fingers seizing my hair in a tight grip. I yelp as pain spreads through my scalp.
“The temerity you have there, Red.” He growls, his breath catches mine as he leans his face closer. “Let’s make this clear. Each time you disobey or delay fulfilling my request. Ther
