Chapter 8

I stood before Rylands’ intimidating gaze. I could feel his eyes hovering around me like he wanted to see the inside of my soul.

His spacious office was all dark coloured and his woody scented cologne filled the whole room. It was a bit relaxing except for his stares that made me feel so nervous and the unkneering quietness.

I kept my head face down so as not to stare into his soulless eyes.

“Who are you?” He suddenly asks, breaking the Silence between us.

“Hmm…”

“You have to be fucking truthful or I will torture you till you beg to die.” he sounded so intimidating tho his voice was calm.

I gulped in fear at the thought of the wicked things he would do to me. My fingers kept trembling by my side. My brain was telling me to run while me deets just glued to the ground not able to move itself.

“Answer me!” he shouted impatiently stamping his fist on patiently.

“I'm Jasmine, a common village girl.” I say stuttering

“I’ll pull your fingers out one by one if you dare lie to me. There is no