Isa’s POV
I lay on my side after his misdeed, trying to keep the tears from coming. I was afraid that shedding them would offend the monster who lay behind me, chest pressed against my back; that he would be outraged by the unspeakable horror I felt. If he was aware, he kept it to himself, groaning in satisfaction against my ear. My body had betrayed me, even though mentally I was hating every minute of being with him, he used his ability to keep me docile, taking exactly what he wanted from me before he decided he was done with me.
And now I lay here, restricted in his arms, wallowing in my disgust, praying he would fall asleep and I could get the gloves off of him… Even still, I was terrified by not knowing what other abilities he may have acquired from taking lives. I could only hope
