Novelas y relatos de Isaiah Chapter 34

My blood ran cold as I realized who it was. ISAIAH… Isaiah's eyes locked onto mine, a sly smile spreading across his face. He looked different, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity that made my skin crawl. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Look what we have here. The little Eliana, all trussed up and helpless." He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. I tried to speak, to demand to know what he wanted, but my voice caught in my throat. Isaiah took a step closer, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "You're going to make a perfect pawn in my game, Eliana," he whispered, his breath cold against my skin.

No arguments, no pushback self-preservation kicked in hard. Isaiah closed the office door behind him with a soft click and let out a heavy sigh, filled with deep pity for his friend. "I'm so sorry, girl," he whispered to himself. "I don't think I can help you with any of this nightmare. He never jokes about threats like that. If I tried to spill even a hint to you, he might destroy my whole family without blinking."