54. He's A Killer

Elisha’s POV

"If you want to talk to me, just don't start." I said softly, pulling the bed sheet tighter around my naked body. In the corner, I closed my eyes and cried. I'm disgusted and satisfied at the same time. What the heck is going on with me? I should have told him "no" and stopped him, but instead, I let him do whatever he wanted to me.

A few minutes later, I heard the door close and someone came back into the room. It was a woman, and she told me, "Miss, you need to get ready because the flight is tonight." Then she shut the door closed again.

I heaved a sigh and got up, opened the closet to look for a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, then I looked for a black cap, and one eyeglasses that could hide my face from Jake’s men.

When I was finally ready, I opened the door and gasped as I saw him standing outside my door. Arman glanced at me, but I ignored him and walked downstairs with my head down.

"Don't even look at him," I told myself as I walked as quickly as I could, b