Kiara:
I gulp when I hear him say that. How could he want to lock me up in this place forever? This is beyond cruel.
“Why don’t you just kill me for real?” I question, and he chuckles.
“What fun would that be? I’ve kept you this far and every single moment, I come up with ideas on how we can keep having fun,” he says, and I scoff.
He caresses my cheek gently while I stare at him, wishing I could chop his hand off.
“Where is Ariana?” I ask.
“On a brief trip to the airport with my men, and the loving doctor who helped you. Did I tell you I’m a philanthropist and he will be getting a room at the mansion?”
The sarcasm in his voice is irritating.
“Yes, if that’s another word for murderer,” I say to him, and he laughs.
“I like your sense of humor, but that will get you nowhere, my love,
