ALINA
I was filled with questions on where Dante was taking me too. I had asked him over and over again on where we were heading to but he didn't say a word.
Inquisitiveness had become the best of me. I shot him questions incessantly on what he meant by where I would find peace but he kept on replying evasively.
And to worsen my fear, Dante had bounded my eyesight with a piece of cloth which would be taken off once we got to wherever he was taking me to.
My tremor rose to magnificent height as the car drove on the road. Where was Dante taking me to exactly and why was I on a blindfold?
Probably he was really going to take me somewhere he would kill me and dispose of my corpse like he did to poor Theodore.
Oh would he sell me off to a foreign country to be used as a s*x slave or some
