I turned around and screamed. There he was in all of his terrifying glory with a mask and a damp rag. I stepped back. "D-damien..." I stuttered, overwhelmed by fear. Without a word, he grabbed me, pulled me in to him and pressed the rag to my face.
Chloroform.
I struggled against him but his grip was strong. I still tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but I was getting weaker by the second and my vision was getting foggy. "There, there..." I heard him whisper right before I passed out.
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My head was killing me. That's the first thing I noticed when I woke up. The second thing I noticed when I woke up, was the fact that I was not in my room.
I sat up so fast my head started spinning. I carefully turned my head to the side, knowing full well he was right there, by my side. Sitting there on a chair beside the bed I was in, was Damien. Without his mask, thankfully, but with a bone-chilling smile.
"Morning, love. How'd you sleep?" he mocked me. I didn't answer and just stared back at him. "Not feeling too talkative? What a shame..." he mused. "I would love to hear about Ethan."
My eyes widened. "Wh-what do you mean?" I whispered, terrified for my life because I knew very well what he meant. He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, you don't remember?" he chuckled darkly. "I guess these could refresh your memory," he gritted through his teeth and threw a couple of photos in my lap.
And there I was, naked as the day I was born and with Ethan.
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My Psycho
Novela JuvenilI knew that he meant it, i knew that it wasn't his fault. But... I was scared of him. I wanted to soothe him so bad, it tore my heart when he started sobbing. I couldn't. My body shook uncontrollably from fear when he was near. I reached out to him...
