AUTHOR’S VIEWPOINT
Nathan dragged the body towards the lake and dumped it. Now he had no one to tell him what to do and what not to do. He felt light-hearted and decided to make something with the canned food inside. While cooking he hummed to some random country music, all the while having thoughts of the places he would take Isabelle to once she had healed. He would make her his pet and will make her beg to kill her. But he won’t. He could fulfill all his dark fantasies on her.
Nathan heard a ‘thud’ and immediately made his way to the room. He found Isabelle lying on the floor, trying to get up.
“Why did you get up, dear?” Nathan asked as he helped her up.
“Water.” She murmured and sat on the bed, with her legs dangling.
“Just all me when you need something. Okay?” He was genuin
