Chapter Thirty-three: A New Cycle

Rose’s POV

The blurry shadow of a tall figure towering above me was the first thing my eyes noticed and I began to arouse from the throes of unconsciousness. I tried to hasten the process by widening my eyes just to make out the figure above me but it was as if I had no control of my body. I felt utterly weak and powerless, just laying down, helpless to whoever was standing over me.

It didn't help that my head was pounding and aching so much, and my heart was racing just from the thoughts and fear of the man watching me. I had no idea where I was nor could I recall how I got there but I was very much aware of who he could be.

It was no other than Don Torelli. The only thing I could recall was that I was captured again by his men, and they were going to transport me to him. My heart rate spiked up and goosebumps broke out on my skin, sudden cold traveling down my spine as I began to settle into the reality that my days were numbered. Who knew? There could only be a few more hours left