Chapter 8: Rescued or Revenge

I was awoken by a tight grip around my draw line and a hard shake.

“It’s not time to die, Little Red,” Turner's lips greeted me with a smile.

He shoved me against the wall of his bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed.

I huddled against the wall, scared of him.

“You have no idea how it hurts to pretend as if I liked you and to be shamed and ridiculed by you repeatedly. When I just want to hurt you,” he complained.

“Now, how does it feel that I never did and that it was all a part of my plan in waiting for the right time to get you to be mine?” asked Turner.

I looked at him as a deranged man. He was indeed by his loud crazy laughter.

“Tell me how it feels, little red,” he slowly approached me.

I pushed myself across the room with every step he took closer to me.

I screamed and my head turned away as he held my long red hair. I heard him sniffing my hair, like fresh air, inhaling every scent.

“I’ve always admired your hair as much as I can’t stand you,” I heard Turner at my side.

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