Triston’s POV
I removed my jacket and put on my white T-shirt. I leaned back to my chair folding my arms and deeply sighed. She must have puked all the food she had. When she wakes up she will be feeling hungry. I reduced the lights to dim light so that her eyes wouldn’t get fed up with the bright light.
Why am I thinking about her this much? What the f*ck is wrong with me? Why am I treating her like a princess, not like a prisoner?
Tension started to blow in my mind when would she come back to her senses? Killing people and getting them killed is not a new thing for me. I remember how I reacted when I killed the first man. It was none other than one of my uncles. He was the one behind the fire at my home, he was the reason for my parents' death. He was the reason that me and Bethany b
