Hannah Hughes only felt a sharp pain as her entire body was dragged forward. She was terrified but didn't dare to cry out. She hadn't expected that this seemingly gentle man could resort to such violence.
She still remembered that night when she had shyly kissed his cheek. He had gently stroked her hair and said, "Sleep well." At that time, she thought she had finally found a glimmer of light in her life. But... why wasn't it her in the end? Why wasn't it her?
The locked door was kicked open with a loud BANG. Instantly, the light from outside poured into the dim room.
Shalma Hughes's eyes were unfocused, making it impossible to clearly see the person entering. She could only instinctively shuffle to what seemed to be the safest corner, tightly hugging her legs. Her phone was already out of battery. Why wasn't he here yet... Why hadn't he come?
