TW: Graphic Violence and Assault
The glow of Edgar's sepia-colored eyes hovering over Evalynn in the darkness paralyzed her, holding her to the bed more than Edgar's hands did. She was trapped and as vulnerable as a newborn. But what was worse was that Edgar was right. It wasn't another nightmare and no one was going to save her. He would devour her, tearing her body and mind apart until she was nothing but wet viscera to be tossed out of the kitchen door to feed the dogs.
"My dearest Evalynn," Edgar's sour voice whispered into her ear. "Why did you have to go and complicate things?"
The sound of Edgar's voice so close to her ear made Evalynn retch and, to her fortune, the sudden spasm slipped Edgar's hand from her mouth.
"What the hells did you do to her?" Evalynn gasped, catching her
