(NITI'S P.O.V.)
"What's your purpose behind feigning your love for me?" I asked while clenching his sleeve. He wasn't in the mood to talk, and the medication began to induce sleep on me.
While batting my eyelashes to fight off the sleep, I insisted, "If you can’t tell me, then at least let me leave.”
As my eyes became heavier, I felt being tucked inside the blanket by Xander as he left mumbling, “I’d rather have you rot in here than let you leave. You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.” The last thing I remembered was hearing his footsteps faint away as I fell deep into slumber.
TWO HOURS LATER
“Mmmm … Miss Lorraine?” I mumbled as I woke up, sweating and rubbing my eyes. After grabbing my head, I spoke up, “There’s no miss Lorraine. Just the demon and his hell house.” Thereupon, I
