Cassidy POV
“Yes, I remember him,” I muttered with half-open eyelids as I tried to remember how my captor had looked.
“He was wearing a mask on his face. Although I couldn’t see him clearly, but his eyes were turquoise green. I think he’s European,”
“Green eyes?” Chad furrowed his brows.
“Yes, I thought his eyes were beautiful despite being at his mercy at that time. Why are you asking though?” I eyed him trying to fight the fear that had crept up my spine at the memories of what had happened that day.
“Nothing dear,” Chad gave me a quiet smile. I just want to know,”
“Okay but you can ask me anything else and I promise to do my best to remember,” I rambled.
I knew I was anxious. The entire experience made me scared and whether I want to admit it or not, I would never be the same
