Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
I step closer with the guys following.
“Hunt... catch... kill... the blood will always spill... I’ll carve a path, I’ll break the chains... Just to see you breathe again... Through the dark, through the storm, I’ll protect you from the harm. I’ll hold you close, I’ll keep you here, There’s no more pain, no more fear... Hunt... catch... kill... no devil will take you still... I’ll fight for you, I’ll die for you, my Tiny Demon, I’ll see this through...”
His words are quiet, almost a whisper, and I follow the sound until I see him, sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth. He doesn’t even respond to our footsteps. Just continues rockin’ while singin’. I glance at a woman standin’ nearby.