YOU WON'T BE THE LAST

Marianne

Slowly I drew out from being unconscious with my eyes heavy, accompanied by the sticky sweat that ticked down my back. I was bound to a chair with both my hands and legs tied up. The warning bells struck again. I was kidnapped!

The room had poor lighting illuminating from the four corners. The place seemed like an abandoned warehouse with creepy webs.

I stuttered, gulping the fear that was feeding on my body. “Hello... Is anyone there...” My words echoed to be trapped in the four walls of the room.

The feeling was way too familiar that I tasted my nervousness running down my throat. History was reiterating itself.

Automatically, I gripped on the chair tightly when the door slowly cracked open, casting a dark shadow on the ground as the male body walked in with a cane in his hand.

It was Ezekiel's grandfather!

Wait, what was he doing here?

“Sleeping beauty is finally awake. I thought that I would have to put a bullet in your head so that you would sleep forever,"