Antonella
My breath stills, but I don’t bother pretending.
"I held my breath, the air catching in my lungs like a prisoner in a forgotten cell.
Slowly, I open my eyes to see four to five people surrounding me, staring at me as if I’m a lab rat in an experiment.
A very f*****g horrible experiment.
My eyes clash with a dark pair first. Nearly black and lifeless from the lack of warmth. Tattoos cover his light brown skin, the laurel leaves on either side of his throat snagging my attention first.
“The same snake tattoo”… is this a f*****g cult..
He’s wearing a zipped- up leather jacket, but a snake tattoo on his sleeve, up to each of his wrist, indicating he’s most likely covered in them. He has sharp angular features, arched thick brows, along with a scar cutting through the side of
