"There is no difference between you and those monsters. If this is heaven, then prove it." I spit and put my hands on his shoulder to keep a little distance. His expression suddenly changed. He smiled, bent down, and placed his lips on my cheek. I froze; my body trembled at his touch.
“So, you gave up." There was a glint of happiness in his eyes. He backed away and got up from me. I quickly sat on the bed and made my way away from him.
“Tell your name and real age. I will not touch you.” I looked in disbelief at him.
“You have three seconds; tell me the name. I don't need to tell you what I'm going to do."
“My name is Anaya, and I am eighteen years old," She said in a low voice.
"You are a liar. You know I have kept a special basement for such people. You've secured your spot there fo
