After some minutes,the door creaks open,my muscles coiling tight as I brace myself for whatever comes next.But seeing the man that walks in the room,some of the tension leaves my body.He was tall but not muscular,he didn’t look nearly as threatening like Jorge.
“Well hello there pretty.Jorge said you need a babysitter”.
I swallow visibly, my gaze fixed on the newcomer warily. His tone is almost too friendly, the smile on his face unsettling. The way he looks me up and down makes goosebumps rise on my skin, a sense of wrongness washing over me.
“Don't… come any closer.“
A strategy quickly forms in my head,seeing he had a gun and knife in his hand.
He just grins, taking a tentative step forward as he gives me a once-over.
“Now, now… is that any way to greet a guest? Jorge just sent me
