Chapter 12
- Angel's POV
- He dropped the cigarette he had been smoking into the ashtray, and my heart raced again as he began to pull off his pants.
- I can’t look. I hate this—I hate feeling so helpless in this situation. If I could find a way to escape from this monster, I would do it in an instant. But if I killed him now, I would also meet my end, and I didn’t want to die.