Sierra pov.
Coming back to this place was never what I had in mind. I felt scared for some reason, but at the same time, I just wanted to be with him.
I took a heavy breath as I sat down on the bed, waiting for the beast to come. The room was dimly lit, and the only source of light was the moon filtering through the window. I could smell the musky scent of the old furniture, and the sheets felt scratchy against my skin.
I had a lot I wanted to ask him, and I wanted to know the reason he lied to me. My heart was beating fast in my chest, and I could hear the sound of my own breath echoing in the room.
After about 30 minutes of waiting, I lay down on the bed and started to wonder if everything was okay. My mind couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier. He killed those peopl
