Chapter 81: Behave

It had been four days since she had left him in that nightmarish hall. The last she had seen him was when she looked back and had a glimpse of him in her mid-run. ‘My God,’ she had gulped.

From a distance, red sparks appeared to have filled the entirety of his eyes. His head turned in one jerky movement and he looked at her. For one second, and he had continued his massacre, allowing only a few to escape. Four days she had not seen him, and she doubted she’d see him, ever again.

Knock! Knock!

Dread replaced drowsiness. Tensed, she grasped the bedsheets. Another day had been wasted, yet again, to find her escape from this awful house full of tortured people. Last night, she had not had a wink of sleep because of heart-wrenching cries from right beneath her bedroom, just like the nights before.

So far, they had yet to impose any physical torture on her. They had treated her almost like royalty. Almost, because they had locked her up in this room soon after her arrival while they kept r