A wave of pure terror washed over me.
I trembled uncontrollably, eyes locked on Luke, too afraid to blink.
"Mr. Nor... Luke, calm down! You won't find another Frank! Even if you kill me, it'll never be the same. You won't gain your inspiration, will you?"
I urged him, my panic spilling over into incoherence.
Luke kept coming, and panic took hold of me.
I turned to run, but the study was too small. In an instant, he had me cornered.
"Luke! Calm down! There are countless ways to find inspiration! I can help you! Please, just let me go!"
I pleaded, tears streaming down my cheeks.
He tightened his grip on my neck, his face a haunting blend of madness and obsession.
"Frank was right. This feeling is so familiar. When your sister died, she begged me just like you are now!"
At that mome
