45. Problem
Knox's P.O.V Dread settled into the pit of my stomach as I stared at the horrifying building. The very same one, in which my mate was tortured and used by anybody that deemed it fit. The one, that made her not trust me, made us lose precious time in which we could've been getting to know each other. The building, even without knowing what happened inside, was scary, something straight out of a horror movie. The air around it seemed dirty and cold, the trees around the place were without leaves, dead. No bird or insect dared to pass by. It seemed dark and cold, even though it was the middle of June, hot and humid. There was something so disturbing about the place that it left your blood cold, your lungs unwilling to take a breath. And knowing what happened inside didn't make things any b
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