Lisa wanted to throw up, the expression of the man in front of her had completely changed. No, it was not just the expression; he did not look like the same man that she had fallen for.
There was no trace of kindness or gentleness left on his face. He laughed cruelly. It was as if an ancient evil had been resurrected, a mouthful of blood and devouring goodwill wherever he went.
"Get on your knees, put your hands behind your head." Her hands shook as she held the gun but she gritted her teeth, trying to keep it steady. Her stomach churned. It was like the grim from this person was crawling up her skin, she wanted to use a scrubbing brush and wash herself.
