Sierra pov.
He gently took hold of my hand, and despite my frantic efforts to break free, I couldn't escape his grasp. The situation felt overwhelming, and I feared the worst, as if I were being dragged into another realm of suffering.
Tears welled up in my eyes, convinced that this might be my final day. I pleaded desperately for a chance, but he remained cold and indifferent, showing no signs of mercy.
"Stop!" I finally mustered the strength to yell as I forcefully wrenched my hand away from him. He halted abruptly, turning to look at me with his eyes now burning red.
Fear surged through me, knowing I had ignited his anger. My heart pounded in my chest, ready to burst at any moment.
"Please," I begged, my voice quivering as I tried to reason with him.
He approached me, gripping my hand even tighter. The realization struck me that this had been his plan all along.
