91. The astounding relief

Erica

“Excuse me, this room is occupied.” I said, wanting him to leave, hoping that he had mistakenly entered but I knew it wasn’t a mistake. I should've listened to what my instincts were telling me. I shouldn't have come here. And when I made the mistake of following Jeremiah, I should've returned back immediately.

The man entered further into the room. I couldn't see his face but I knew he was smiling. I shifted to the side, putting the sofa between him and myself. “The party is down the hall.”

He shook his head as he kept coming toward me. With a nervous flutter, I rounded the sofa. He chuckled and I could hear the chill behind it. He said, “I am not here to attend the party, sweetheart. I am here for you.”

I didn't stop to think as I ran.

But he was fast. His hand wrapped around my hair as he pulled me back and in the next instant he snatched the mask off my face. “Ahh... Look at all that flawless face and body, not a mark in sight. You haven't been suffering like he said you wil