Fallen
“End it! Because I’m tired! Ever since I was taken to that mansion, I don’t even know how many days or weeks I’ve been trapped with you. And I’m already losing my mind from your evilness!”
He grabbed her by the nape, forcing her to look at him.
“No,” he said coldly. “I like you better alive.”
She flinched away.
He stood, signaling his men. “We’re leaving.”
And just like that, he lifted her up like a sack of rice and carried her back toward the car.
The ride back was silent.
The city lights returned, but they felt wrong now, too bright, too fake. She stared out the window, tears streaming down her face in silence.
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