Claire’s pov
“What sort of a monster are you?”, I screamed with so much disgust as tears streamed down my eyes.
He walked to where I was tied and squatted right in front of me.”The type that makes your skin crawl, princess,” he said in a husky voice and a lopsided smile, staring deep into my eyes.
“You disgust me. I hate you with all of my being,” I retorted back with so much venom in my voice. He just kept staring at me with a clenched jaw, not saying a word.
“Who exactly are you? An armed robber, serial killer, kidnapper? Who?” I asked in a state of confusion and curiosity. Since he adopted me on my wedding day, I’ve never seen him go to work or anything of the sort. All our years of dating, I only saw him on days he claimed were his off days from work. It was a long-distance type of
