ANGEL KRIS Why exactly did I agree to come clubbing with Paige? I asked myself for the umpteenth time, stealing a glance at Paige who was on the dance floor having the time of her life. The bitch could drag me to hell if she had her way. While she was having a good time at the dance floor, my little pathetic self was sitting at the bar, nursing my third glass of booze with an annoying talkative beside me, chatting my ears off. Yay, this is so much fun! I cheered myself on. "So, you wanna dance?" The chatty stranger who was sitting beside me asked. He had been chatting my ears off ever since he arrived. He simply didn’t care about how di
•Little friend•Laying in my bed, eyes trying to make out the ceiling in the darkness, I heard
Tammy:I sipped from my milkshake as I told my roommate, Trinity, about the stud I ran into while rushing out of my sociology class in the morning.
Tammy:I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face.
Tammy:The strong stench of dried blood hit my nose the moment I opened my eyes. My environment was pitch black. I couldn't even make out parts of my body. Coupled with that, was the head-splitting headache that was threatening to rip my head apart. Thus, I was reminded of my predicament.
Tammy:Human skulls, scattered in different parts of the hallway. They were so much I couldn't take a step without leaping over one. Forcefully, he yanked my arm, pushing me forward but my erratic heart was already far gone. It pounded loudly in my chest. I couldn't let go of the thoughts of that being my fate if I wasn't rescued from this demon in th
Tammy:Rays of sunlight flooding the room notified me that it was morning. I'd been in the room he left me for two days. All thanks to the single window in it that told me when it was dusk or dawn. My captor hasn't been back since he shared the information of me being his new year's gift but he kept passing food to me through space under the doo
Tammy:The mystery man was there, with a wide grin on his face like he was mocking my failed escape mission and my naiveness. I should have trusted my instincts when I felt it was too easy. I stared at him, crawling back a little on my ass.