LAYLA:
“Where are you taking me?” desperation welled up in me as I push to get out of the monster's grip.
He all but ignores me as he continues dragging me on. Luckily I was able to handle my steps if not I would be laying flat on the ground by now.
His grip on my wrist was tight that it almost seemed like he was going to rip my arm off my body. He has never been gentle but then this was worse than what I would expect to be treated.
“I thought you wanted me to rot inside that s**t hole!” I yell at him as I couldn't take it anymore.
This time, he responds, sounding as creepy as he always does. “Trust me, dear, I want to. But first I would like you to watch as I deal with your friends. And that boy too that refuses to stay away for good.”
My friends? Are Derek and the rest here again t
