CHAPTER 9:IN THE CLUTCHES OF HATRED

**NATASHA'S POV**

I slowly opened my eyes and returned from the dream world to reality. The medication Desmond had given me was wearing off, and I was beginning to regain consciousness. It took a moment for my vision to focus. I saw someone standing by my bed, but the sleep in my eyes made my vision unclear. At first, I thought it was Desmond, but as my vision cleared, I noticed that it wasn't him as the person standing behind me was taller. When my vision finally cleared, I confirmed that it wasn't Desmond.

I immediately stood up in fear as I realized it was Jorge standing beside me. I quickly turned to the heart monitor and noticed that he had switched off the machines so that Desmond wouldn't hear my panicked heart.

"Did you sleep well, my angel?" he sneered at me.

"What are you doing here? Desmond said that this wing of the center is for trusted personnel only," I replied, panicking in fear.

He laughed darkly at my expense. He was looking at me like I was his prey, ready to devo