The room’s normal colour of soft rose turned into an ugly red.
The colour of hell;
The disturbing sensation of pure evil.
An eerie feeling sending shivers down the nape of the toughest person’s back in a matter of seconds. It made you feel furious, petrified or extremely loyal.
Nothing could save you once you’ve turned loyal, damned for eternity.
“Anika!”
The voice made me furious and petrified all at the same time. I wanted to hide yet t the same time destroys the very thing calling my name.
“Anika? Anika! Stop! What are you doing?! It’s me! Asriela! Please don’t hurt me! Sister!”
A cry from the person I once knew yet I couldn’t face her. Not when my whole existence could end right here.
A voice,
A man’s voice,
Deep and controlling.
One I never wanted to hear again.
The one that caused me too much pain,
The one that changed me to have a fate the same as him.
The one I wanted to kill.
Rayne.
