Primette's POV
I knew he was there. I could feel him. Watching, analyzing me from the darkness, daring me to run or call out for help. He was taunting me, teasing me! I stood trembling in terror, in the middle of his mausoleum. There were cobwebs filled with torn spiders, dust that could just as well be ashes, and bones; black bones. What was even worse was the smell of it. It smelled of death and bloodshed.
His nails scrapping the cement walls, bones crumbling with every step he takes. An ear-splitting moan like gasp laced the darkness. The scraping intensified with every step closer he took. I couldn't tell exactly where he was coming from, to me, he was darkness itself. "Mmm, Primette", he made sure to annunciate, to say every syllable. His voice snobby as if to antagonize me any further. "What do you want from me", I couldn't stop my voice from breaking slightly, sounding a bit petulant. "And here I was told you were smart enough to have it figured out by now" He laughed rhetorically, a snarky tone. "Do you know who I am, little girl?" Still trying to locate his voice in the darkness I stood in the center of the room twisting and turning, trying hopelessly to eliminate his element of surprise. "I don't care who you are! I only care that you try to hurt my family, the people I care about." Successfully being able to keep my voice steady, trying not to show how terrified I was. Although I knew that he knew, I was afraid. "How sweet, you came here to protect them", the words coming off his tongue insincere, dripping with acid to express his disgust.
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DISCLAIMER: This is my first book so enjoy. I'm all for destructive criticism but no need to be overly rude!! Mentions of abuse!!