Bound By Fate

Chapter Four

Skyla's heart pounded in her chest as she followed The Hulk through the maze-like corridors of Mr. Thatcher's mansion. Each step brought her closer to the man who held her captive, closer to the answers she so desperately sought. But with each passing moment, the sense of dread that gnawed at her insides grew stronger, a cold knot of fear tightening in her chest.

As they reached the end of the hallway, The Hulk stopped before a pair of towering oak doors, their polished surfaces gleaming in the dim light. With a creak of protest, he pushed them open, revealing a lavish office beyond.

Skyla's eyes widened as she took in the opulent surroundings, the room adorned with rich mahogany furniture and sumptuous fabrics that spoke of wealth and power. But amidst the grandeur, there was something unsettling about the space, a sense of unease that lingered in the air like a foul stench.

Seated behind a massive oak desk was Mr. Thatcher himself, his handsome features twisted into a predatory smile as he regarded Skyla with his deep hazel eyes. Though he exuded an air of charm and sophistication, there was something distinctly unsettling about him, a sense of menace that lurked beneath the surface.

"Ah, Miss Bloom," Mr. Thatcher greeted her, his voice smooth as silk. "So lovely of you to join us."

Skyla forced herself to meet his gaze, her stomach churning with fear and apprehension. She couldn't help but feel a sense of revulsion at the sight of him, his perfectly coiffed hair and impeccably tailored suit doing little to disguise the darkness that lurked within.

As he rose from his seat, Skyla felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew she was in the presence of a dangerous man, one whose intentions were anything but pure. And though she tried to steel herself against his charm, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was nothing more than prey in his eyes.

With a flick of his wrist, Mr. Thatcher motioned for Skyla to approach, his smile widening as she drew nearer. Though every instinct screamed at her to flee, she knew she had no choice but to comply.

As Skyla approached his desk, she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that washed over her like a tidal wave. His predatory smile sent shivers down her spine, and she fought to maintain a facade of composure as she stood before him.

Mr. Thatcher's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with malice. "My name is Edgar Thatcher, you will call me... Sir," he said, his tone dripping with condescension.

Skyla felt a surge of anger rise within her at his arrogant demeanor, but she knew better than to show any sign of defiance.

With a forced smile, she nodded obediently. "Yes, Sir," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

As Edgar's gaze bore into her, Skyla couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. She knew that her fate was now in his hands, and there was no telling what horrors awaited her in the darkness that lurked behind his fake demeanour.