Chapter 33: Cherry on Top

“No, please,” The sound of a desperate woman, begging for her life echoed, the whimper and sound of sobs slowly fading. He can feel the desperation, the hoarse and cracked voice. Like she’s been tortured, and wounded.

Waking up with bullets of sweat, panting Tyron was catching his breath. He could feel the sweat running down his neck and forehead, grabbing a handful of hair as he leaned his elbow on his knee. “Nightmare,” he murmured before taking a glance at the bedside table, a light from the window was making it for him to see his Mi Amor’s picture, she was smiling while looking at him, holding a cup of coffee, it was a shot taken by his sister Arianne on the day of their second year anniversary, the day before the incident.

He sighs and sets his foot on the floor, getting up off his feet, walking towards the small round table, beside the window where she used to sit and read her books.

He missed her so much, but what could he do, he tortured them, making them beg for their life bu