PHOEBE'S POV:-
"Are you sure you can't do anything?" A familiar masculine voice echoed in the room from behind. My eyes widened in horror and my breathing labored as soon as my whole body remembered the voice itself. It was not just the sense of hearing. As if my body remembered everything about the owner of that voice.
I was shaking with fear as I finally turned around to face my fear. "We meet again, my Sweet Angel." That smile and that pet name, I remembered everything. Every horror that I lived through and every trauma that resided in my subconscious, came rushing back to mind as soon as I gazed into the same pair of pitch black orbs that ruined me completely.
He was lying on my bed, his legs hanging by the edge. My heart started pounding against my rib cage. I wanted to scr
