Every day after my shift, I left the main house through the back door and used a route in the flower garden to get to the building I resided in. Usually, there was no one in that place, but occasionally id meet a couple chatting or walking around while holding hands.
On my day of escape, I was unlucky because I ran into Jardon. I had planned to branch off the flower garden and head to the woods instead of taking the path that led to our building.
“Look, who we have here.” He said, coming to stand in front of me. I had no option but to stop walking because he was blocking my way.
“What do you want, sir?” I inquired.
“You,” he said, touching my cheek with his cold hand. I resisted the urge to push it away. Jardon looked really strong and I was not seeking to get killed.
“I’m sorry sir
