Heart of a Beast

ith a chiseled, muscular frame and a strong jawline. Jet-black hair framed his handsome face, and hazel eyes held

s now a corpse. " The party is over,head back to your place now" everyone started walking a

wn my spine as his eyes held a sense of danger. In a calm yet foreboding voice, he addressed a woman named Martha, instructing her to ta

pating what he might do when he returns. My eyes were swollen, and a persistent headache throbbed. Illness had already taken hold; my feet were still swollen from my escape the night

But now, I found myself in an unfamiliar place, questioning if captivity was my inevitable

ped my head up. He walked i

resence. I stood up, my frustration growing. "I asked you a question. You can't keep me here against my will. I need to go.

tration. I approached him, intending to slap him, but I froze when

uddenly declared, reaching for my hands. I

just to end up here. What is it you want?" I looked at him with a mixture of frustration and sadness. "You want sex?

ring his command, I persisted, feeli

g the last rope when he pushed m

an's

and I knew she must have a thousand questions racing through her mind. She didn't meet my gaze, her eyes elsewhere. Did I still feel hate for her a

and I hope you are not one, not that it matters." I didn't know where her journey had led her or what she was running from, but she looked broken. I sensed her broken bones and swoll

her gaze away, a gesture of dominance. "Please, I just want to be free...for once in my life," she whispered, stunning me. She had b

ace in my hands. I tried to erase the image of the person I once knew, replacing it with the vuln

aunted by fear, but slowly she

tinued, my eyes locking onto her emerald eyes. "You need rest n

and I turned my back, walking out of the room, making sure to lock the door. I sighed heavily, knowing that she