Chilling Nightmares

BRIELLE’S POV

A Dream

~ ‘Please get me out of here!' Brielle screamed, her hands grabbing the metal cage doors as she cried.

He was standing before her—the old man she detested, the man she referred to as her father.

He had a smug look on his face, and even as she cursed and screamed, shouting so loudly that her raw, thirsty voice resonated throughout the entire room, he didn't appear to flinch or care.

Instead, he stood stiffly before her, jingling the keys and staring like a maniac.

'Let me out of here right now!' Brielle yelled once again, her voice raspy and hoarse. She was tired of shouting. She just wanted to get out of the cell.

'Hahaha. You thought you could escape me, right?' He laughed snidely again. ‘Now that I have you, you're not going anywhere. Not now, not never. Foolish girl.’

Brielle clacked her tongue bitterly, and still screaming with tears running down her bare cheeks, she told him. ‘You will undoubtedly regret this. You will, I assure you. When Lord Darius arri