ZARYA ROGOV
There was no redemption for the devil because he doesn't want to be redeemed.
There was only hell that awaited him.
Sergei pinned me against the mattress; his grip wasn't tender, it was like an iron that almost resembled my prison. His gaze wasn't cold; it was filled with restrained rage, restrained with something much more.
I couldn't control the shivers that ran up my body, but I refused to look away from him, refused to give in.
He was so close that I could feel the heat of anger in him. I wondered what sin I had committed to make him so wrathful? It felt like I had wounded him just like he wounded me, like we were equally responsible for each other's destruction.
"Why don't you remember anything?" He asked, his jaw tightly clenched as he hit his fist beside my head
