Gerald.
Jenna repeated the name of her horror and nightmare again in her mind. The same man she struggled for years to leave, the man that left her with deep scars both mentally, physically, and even sexually. That monster was kneeling beside her, alive and well.
He wasn't withered as Jenna had prayed and wished for; his hands weren't decaying. His eyes were still intact, he could move all his body well, and all his teeth were intact. Not an ounce of suffering did this man show to have, yet he had ruined someone else's life.
"Jenna, didn't know you'd be in a place like this," Gerald cleared his throat and stood up, his height towering over Jenna's own and his body so huge that anyone behind couldn't see Jenna properly. He licked his lips in a very crude manner, scanning Jenna's body like he had some atrocious thoughts going on behind his eyes.
