A Rejected Luna's Revenge
I steeled myself, trying to prepare for whatever lay ahead.
It eventually did, and the door creaked open, allowing a stranger to walk in. Unfortunately, it wasn't Adonis, and a pang of disappointment went through me. I was surprised that I was disappointed it wasn't Adonis. Who was this man, and why did I feel a sense of longing for my captor?
"Hello, good morning, Katrina. How are you doing on this fine day?" He greeted, his voice cheerful, a sharp contrast to his hulking frame and sharp gaze. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.