“Miss Cooper”. He said, his voice dark and deep like always, only tonight it was deeper, darker.
She tried her best to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat, it seemed almost impossible.
“I….don’t want to be here”. She said quietly.
He shook his head.
“Come here, sit down, have dinner”. He ordered. “There’s nothing wrong with that”.
She shook her head slowly.
“I’m not hungry”. She said to him, her voice barely came out.
His gaze bore into hers, and once again she felt as though he saw through her soul.
“Do I have to come to you, Madeline?”. He said.
Her breath hitched, she wanted to run, she wanted to run out into the night screaming, yet deep down the only safe zone she thought of was him.
“You said you’d help me”. She said quietly. “You said you’d keep me safe. Yet yo
