"She is one among the kidnappers." I mentioned in a mere whisper, while his hard grays met mine and I could feel myself whimper at spotting such vile emotions pass through them. Though his face was blank, it conveyed oodles relevant to his devious mind's deadly plans.
Did I do wrong by telling him the truth?
"Is Simona behind all these?" He reconfirmed gritting his teeth, his knuckles white resembling the color on my face.
I took one step backwards sensing his anger, even though my benefit was cause for it. I could see his penetrating gaze drill holes into oblivion, as if he was contemplating in mind his next kill and ways he could do to make it more painful. He could. He was capable of it all. A man who found sanity and bliss in another's doom and death.
The more I stay away from him,
