The light goes off at that point. The dominant black Bentley vanished into the darkness where there were no street lights, remaining still and motionless like a sleeping beast in the pitch black night.
As I stood there, my heart was racing, my feet were shaking, and my face had a little whitish cast to it.
The vehicle did not move, and I was unable to make out any of the occupants within it.
On the other hand, I live in constant terror of being exposed.
I get a really unpleasant feeling whenever I see recognizable faces or vehicle plates.
Escape?
However, it felt as if Bentley was waiting for me to flee.
I am well aware that once I start running and met that bastard , there is only one possible outcome for me, and that is for them to tear me to shreds.
After pausing for close to a
