Chapter 11 One Time

• River's p.o.v
• I walked into the cold, dimly lit room; the light was shimmering only in one area of the room. Donald flagged me in, muttering multiple thank yous, and left. I was left, staring at the silent room; my pulse quickened at the thought of being killed without the knowledge of anyone, so I picked up my phone, scrolling through it in search of Angel's number, but suddenly, the phone got snatched out of my hand.
• I glanced up in shock and behold, before me stood a man whose aura was daunting; he was tall and glorious. I couldn't say much about his face because he had a full skeleton-shaped mask secured on his face. His eyes were red in color, and I knew for sure that it was a contact lens.