Evelyn
I fought against the shiver that threatened to make me tremble in his arms when I heard his lascivious promise. Whether it was terror or something else, I truly didn’t want to find out.
"What is it? Lost your courage now?" he provoked when I didn’t make a sound.
I was tense like a marble statue, hands restrained in handcuffs. Pressed firmly against a body bigger and stronger than mine, unable to fight or run away.
I had provoked and tortured a serial killer with a knife, and now I had no idea what kind of perverse ideas he had to take revenge on me.
"Are you going to hurt me?" My lips trembled, as did my chin and my entire body. There was no way left to fight my fear.
"Is that what you fear?" he asked in a deceptively sweet tone. "That I will hurt you the way you hurt me?"
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