She had never really experienced true fear until then.
But she also knew she should never reveal such weakness to him, not for the monster to taunt her further.
Soon, she felt his fingers moving steadily into her hair. Involuntarily, she stiffened.
"The dress suits you better than the dead lady," he commented coldly. His voice was relaxed, mellow and smooth as warm wind, conveying an alluring trail of hypnotism.
"But I worry she might be envious. Don't you have a bit of conscience, coveting the property of a dead stranger?" Derek felt he'd found a hobby. Otherwise, why did he so enjoy provoking this Princess. Though her words were mostly foul, he craved to hear her speak every time.
