Chapter 102
DEREK’S POV
I cautiously stepped into the dimly lit storage room, a sinister grin stretching across my lips. The stale air hung heavy with the scent of must and neglect, adding to the suffocating atmosphere. Before me, Arielle lay on the bed, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and defiance. I relished in her vulnerability, circling around her like a predator preparing to strike.
Her once radiant beauty had faded, replaced by a haggard visage. Tattered clothing clung to her malnourished frame, her skin pale and gaunt. The lack of sunlight had left her complexion pallid, while her hair hung limp and unkempt around her face.
Dark circles marred her eyes, evidence of sleepless nights and the constant torment she had endured. The room’s oppressive atmosphere seemed to weigh
