CHAPTER 8.

Dianna's P.O.V

A strong fruity smell hits my nostrils and a groan- which sounds like a moan- left my mouth. I smiled at the thought of a new day. A blessing day.

My hands dip on the mattress which was softer than necessary. I furrowed, my bed never felt this comfortable.

I snapped my eyes open but the view was the same. Pitch Dark.

I sat holding my head and yawned. What was the time? I put my feet on the floor but it hits me hard. The silk of the carpet caressed my barefoot instead of the cold wooden floor. I jumped back on the bed like I had an encounter with a lion.

I swallowed, trying to get to the point where I was. Morning unexpected visit from my landlord. Being homeless. A voice. Calling my name. I searched for my bag. My bag? Where is it? And then what happened after that? Huh? That creepy man.

A sudden chill ran down my spine. He just forcefully took me here. Here? I don't know where exactly.

Then I choked my saliva.

He was trying to kill me.

He was choking me to death.

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