LIAM
Kian's eyes are dark. Just like the rumbling thunderclouds that ruin a beautiful spring day with its devastation and rage. And for now, it is going to ruin me.
Kian's fingers tighten around my wrist making me flinch. My heart is hammering against my ribcage and sinking deeper and deeper into the pit of my stomach. My mind is blank or I am thinking all too much to comprehend anything. My chest is rising and falling with each labored breath I take. I am scared half out of my wits, but I have to hold my ground. However, I am not sure if there is any ground left to hold anyway.
Up until now, I have always thought that the worst death was the kind of death that we die in vain or in misunderstanding. But I know that none of them is worse than dying at someone's hand who could crush you the moment he saw you but didn't because he wanted to use you as a play toy. And now that you have disobeyed him, he will wreck every limb of your body apart.
