[DAPHNE]
A strangled gasp barely left my lips before a gloved hand clamped over my mouth.
“Daphne…” His voice was low, distorted. He was using a voice changer.
Panic surged through me. I struggled, kicked, clawed at his arm, but he was too strong. My breaths turned frantic, beads of sweat forming on my forehead despite the cold.
“You’ve been running for too long,” he murmured, his grip tightening. “And now, I have you.”
My body trembled. At least let me see his face. If I was going to die tonight, I wanted to know the identity of the monster taking my life. Maybe, just maybe, my spirit would haunt him, just like he’s been haunting me.
“Be a good girl and come with me.”
I shook my head furiously.
That’s when I felt it. The unmistakable press of cold metal against my throat.
My brea
