5. Undress Yourself

Charlotte's POV

We went to the parking lot, and my cold sweat ran down to my temple as I kept looking around in fear.

“Call me Logan, my name is Logan.” He said as he pushed me inside his car.

“But…I don’t want to go with you.” I grip my hand tightly.

He took a glance at me, “Do you want to stay out there? My men is planning to rape you tonight, do you want that to happen to you?!”

I shook my head.

“Then that’s good. It’s already 2 am, and I need to sleep, and don’t be noisy.”

We got to his house in the woods at 3 a.m., and I couldn't stop yawning, and my legs were already getting cold. I'm so tired that I can't keep my eyes open and want to sleep on the floor. But seeing a bloody man on the floor earlier didn't go away, and it kept coming back to me in my thoughts. I was scared when Logan carried me inside and saw that my hands were shaking. He set me down, and I saw a couch. I closed my eyes, laid down on it, and moaned softly in relief.

I wish I could forget about everything t