14. Run, darling. Run. 

14. Run, darling. Run.

Kathrine's POV

I was ensnared in a labyrinth of spine-tingling fear, my hands turning cold. Disgusting memories from that day when I was kissed swelled in my thoughts.

It was the bald monster with a black and a white eye from my nightmare-like life. The eighty year old stinkard my father was indebted to. The sleazebag with a loose belly that was half of his body. It was Babbiani, the bald dog.

"Or a swine. Or a pussy! I think it depends on the person and their perspective." He sniggered as if it was a funny joke.

I took a fleeting look at my surroundings only to realize that I was facing him alone. Claud had moved aside but he was close, watching me discreetly.

"I want to know your perspective about such a person, Kathrine." My name on his tongue sounded like a curse.

I hated myself for feeling naked when his eyes raked over my figure. Everything around me blanked out as I watched him close the gap between us with seven long strides. Holding my hand like