Silas lay aslant on his bed as the jasmine colored light beamed on his skin. He fiddled with a small crystal ball in his hands as thoughts about Sia raced his mind.
“I promise Silas I won’t tell him.” She whimpered as she felt him towering over her. She never thought he'd come.
Only a glimpse of him sends chills down her spine much less what he's capable of. He’s the demon that haunts her.
The devil that plagues her life every time Monson travels.
Seeing the demon hunkering low to her eye level, she shuddered, bashing her eyes close, fearing what’d slip from his lips. What his fingers are capable of.
What the thing stacked in his pants can do to her. No amount of screams can salvage from his savage treatment.
No amount of truth can save her. She’s meant to be mute. To endure t
