“No one is coming to save you now, Eleanor,” he continued as he leaned closer. Our faces were only inches apart, my breathing was becoming too loud. It felt like the whole world had stopped and I was trapped right in the middle of it.
“Beg for me to let you,” he snickered, slicing his claw over my shoulder. I cried out in pain as blood spilled out of it, “beg for it,” he ordered, doing the same thing again to my other hand. The pain intensified and the cruel smile on his lips grew. He could do something to me here and no one would be able to find me. Corey had this all planned from the beginning.
I could see the excitement in his eyes, the joy he was feeling from hurting me. If Corey had his way, he would kill me and bury me right in this place—no one would stop him. I couldn’t imagine h
