LANCE

CHAPTER 91

I was right about entering the pub when I felt a hand stopping my advances. "Olivia?" A familiar voice called. I recognized that voice, it was most definitely owned by the devil that came into my life. What does he wants? Why is he here? How did he find me?

With great trepidation, I turned and gazed into his monstrous eyes, his devilish smirk taunting me with it's mischief. I gazed at his hand that was tightly clasping mine. Those hands hit me so many times and gave me nightmares. I trailed my eyes back up to his face.

His hair, those blonde strings I was forced to brush each morning and make look perfect. His forehead, those weapons used to strike mine whenever I made a mistake. His eyes, those blood thirsty orbs that enjoyed watching me suffer in pain as a sex slave for ages. His nose, that loved to sniff in the smell of my blood, as it painted the tiles which I had to clean up later. His lips, those lips that only knew how to speak malice a