EVERY CHOICE HAS A PRICE.

I never thought it was going to end like this. I was terrified, broken and shattered inside. "...I can see you. Come out or else I am going to cut off your head," he said. I saw him. He was there holding an axe, ready for action. I wanted to give in, but suddenly, a hand held me tight. "Shhhh," the voice of the hand holding me whispered. I was in a dilemma. I didn't know whether I should cry or scream, but one thing I really knew was that I was a dead person walking... Then the events of what led me to that misery flashed freshly in my mind. It was Fresher's Night at Cambridge University where I learn. My friends and I decided that that night was going to be messy and fun. I wasn't sure, but somehow I decided to go since it was my last year... But their idea didn't settle well with me. "Come onnn, it's just once, it's not going to hurt. Furthermore, it's your last year," my friend Tessa assured me. Tessa grabbed my hand while Abby led us to where the men were. Earlier, Abby had told us that once we went to seduce the guests that night, there would be some tip from them. "Stop, I cannot do this anymore," I told Tessa. "Relaaxx... look Emmy, trust me okay?" she said. I had no choice because she was my best friend and honestly, deep down I wanted to try. They talked to Abby since she was the confident one among us. After some few minutes, Abby looked at us and said, "Meet Ramiel, Bethel and Jayson... they are going to be with us tonight," that was the introduction. Bethel chose Tessa, Jayson chose Abby and Ramiel came for me. He was dangerously handsome. Cold grey eyes, dark hair, a jaw that could cut glass. Possessive. The kind of man who never asks — he takes. And when his eyes landed on my cheap emerald green dress, I knew. Every choice has a price. And I was about to pay mine.