Ghost Dahlia

Kiara:

I gulp when I hear him say that. How could he want to lock me up in this place forever? This is beyond cruel.

“Why don’t you just kill me for real?” I question, and he chuckles.

“What fun would that be? I’ve kept you this far and every single moment, I come up with ideas on how we can keep having fun,” he says, and I scoff.

He caresses my cheek gently while I stare at him, wishing I could chop his hand off.

“Where is Ariana?” I ask.

“On a brief trip to the airport with my men, and the loving doctor who helped you. Did I tell you I’m a philanthropist and he will be getting a room at the mansion?”

The sarcasm in his voice is irritating.

“Yes, if that’s another word for murderer,” I say to him, and he laughs.

“I like your sense of humor, but that will get you nowhere, my love,” he says, tapping my nose gently before standing up.

“Even if I tried to be nice, you do not deserve it. I hate you and the day you die will be my happiest,” I spit.

“Everyone has what they wish for. Like me,