#Chapter6

MIST

As always, I felt a pang of both reality and a nightmare mixed into one. Had I not felt what I had felt, I would've doubted my sanity. Maybe I had gone crazy, I couldn't tell what was real anymore.

"Why does he only ever want to see me when he wants to have sex?"

I questioned the hooded man in my room, he was stood by my bed with a tray of food in hand, trying to keep me alive as I'd lost more blood than would be deemed healthy ever since I was sacrificed to the devil.

"He needs to see if you can survive mating...