Skyla's POV
"No, please- you don't have to do this," I sobbed weakly and began taking small steps backward, trying to get the hell away from him even though it didn't seem like there was any opening behind me. I was doomed
"But why should I not? It would be a shame to kill such a pretty lady like you without getting a taste of that body. And your blood, too, of course," he said menacingly, and I shivered in disgust.
"Why are you here? I'm not the one you're after; just let me go!" I pleaded
"Trust me, you're exactly who I'm after," he smirked, dipping his large palms into his pocket, and brought a small photo. With the help of the dim lighting in the warehouse, I was able to recognize that it was a picture of me!
"W-why do you have that?" I stumbled on my words.
"Funny how you thin
