"Finally, you are alone," the voice spoke, sending chills of fear down Kalina's spine. Her eyes widened in terror, and her body tensed as she struggled against the grip, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Stay still, my white rose," the voice murmured, its tone a chilling blend of affection and menace. "You wouldn't want me to hurt your pretty little husband now, would you?" he asked, his breath hot and rancid against her ear.
The threat was enough for Kalina to stop struggling, her body going rigid with fear. Her wide eyes darted around, looking for any means of escape, while her heart pounded in her chest.
"Good girl," the voice crooned, removing his hand from her mouth but keeping a vice-like grip around her waist. "Now, white rose, I'm upset with you. Do you want to know why?" he asked, his tone dripping with false sweetness.
