Chapter 86 The Tick-tock Of Destiny

• — She’s beautiful, Ryan — she says with a high-pitched voice, running her hand through my hair. — But I think she needs something. Maybe a bit of color.
• Ericka pulls some scissors from her pocket and brings them close to my face. I feel an indescribable panic as I struggle to pull away from her, but it’s useless. She grips me tightly and cuts a lock of my hair, exposing a bleeding wound on my forehead.
• — Look, babe! — she exclaims excitedly, holding up the bloodied lock. — Red looks so nice against her pale skin!