"You are strong." The old granny declared while caressing Sasha's arm.

Sasha took a deep breath and shook her head.

"When it comes to him, I'm not." She said and turned back to look out of the window that was behind the sofa. She put her arm on the headrest of the sofa and then her chin on her arm.

"He terrifies me." She whispered to herself, the old granny was unable to hear her words but she heard the girl muttering to herself. Before she could ask what the young princess was saying, the doors of her room were knocked on twice before the doors were opened by the royal guards.

The old granny immediately stood up from the sofa when the surroundings were invaded by the presence of the king. A tall man with black short hair that was a little ruffled stepped into the room. He was modeling in a long black coat with golden lining on the lapel, long black shoes, and inside he was wearing a black suit. Shoulders broad, long legs, a face that had a heroic handsomeness settled on its gentle features.

He was Jasper, the king of the Logon kingdom and Sasha's soon-to-be husband.

"Your Highness." The old granny bowed at him and stepped aside. Sasha, who was busy looking out of the window, immediately stood up on her feet and looked at Jasper, rather surprised to find him here because he rarely comes around here.

"Your Highness," Sasha slightly nodded at him and he frowned, walking up to her, he abruptly grabbed her shoulders almost making her flinch. "You look sick, are you okay?" He asked.

Her eyes lashed towards the old granny before settling back on Jasper. "I'm better than ever. I was thinking about the wedding and that's why I couldn't sleep the whole night. M-Maybe, that's why." She lied and he smiled at her, cupping her cheeks, he squeezed them.

"Of course, why wouldn't you be happy? After all, you're marrying me." He said and she passed him a tight-lipped smile.

"And I'm happy too, to have you as my wife and as the queen of this kingdom." He said. Sasha kept quiet and waited for him to say something further.

She was never very talkative with him.

She was once too talkative and nice with a certain someone and now she was nothing but a trampled and pitiful princess. She thought Jasper would fix her...but he just couldn't.

He moved back and turned towards the door.

"There is a guest I want you to meet." He said and gestured to the guard standing near the door. After a few seconds, someone stepped in and both Granny and Sasha were left speechless.

It was a woman.

A beautiful blonde woman with big doe-like eyes walked in. She had big blue orbs and freckles were resting on her nose and cheeks. She was extremely pale and was tall and thin with perfect curves.

Sasha was awestruck by her beauty but at the same time, her insecurity doubled.

She didn't stand against her beauty at all.

No wonder, why people thought of her as average. They must have seen beauty like these. Though Sasha never felt average or this insecure before but ever since she became his fiance, these things have started to claw her inside.

"This is Princess Fiona of the Kastron Kingdom, Younger sister of King Ragnar." He introduced her and Sasha's eyes almost went wide.

Kastron kingdom was one of the biggest kingdoms with one of the strongest lineages.

He was marrying Sasha because she was beautiful and had a strong lineage.

After Fiona's introduction, Sasha felt even more insecure. This woman was everything beyond what she was.

And he came here all the way to introduce her to Sasha.

He already fancies her.

Sasha knew this day would come but not this early.

"Fiona, as you know this is Princess Sasha Walton, my bride." He said and both the ladies nodded at each other elegantly with soft smiles adorning both of their faces. Sasha didn't let her expressions waver.

"I've heard a lot about you," Fiona said, stepping forward and Sasha smiled, lowering her gaze to the floor before looking up at her again.

"I hope it's good." She said and Fiona chuckled lowly.

"No, it's too good that it scares me." She said and the room fell into silence, none of them got what she said. Jasper even had a frown on his face.

"Huh? Pardon my awful hearing, could you please repeat yourself?" Sasha asked politely in an apologetic tone and Fiona shook her head while smiling. "Pardon me, I should have come clear." Fiona said and all of them understood that she didn't want to repeat herself. Maybe, she said it out as a farce but no one got it.

"Sasha, Fiona wanted you to show her around," Jasper said and Sasha raised her brows while nodding. "Then, shall we?" Sasha asked Fiona, and the girl nodded rather excitedly. She looked childish and immature but then again, she couldn't trust anyone.

Both the girls along with Jasper walked out of the room, they went on another path and Jasper took another path with his guards following him closely behind.

"So, Fiona, did you come alone?" Sasha asked, both of them slowly walking down the stony lane. "No, my big brother, King Ragnar also came along with me," Fiona said and Sasha passed her a little surprised look.

"Oh, I see," Sasha said and showed her a little around.

"And we also have this huge library that I oft---" Before Sasha could complete her sentence, an excited Fiona clung onto her out of nowhere. "Library? I want to see the library." She said happily and Sasha chuckled.

"I see, you like reading," Sasha said and began to guide the girl to the library. She herself wasn't too familiar with the paths since she rarely left her room but she knew where the library was since she often went there. She wasn't a reader but since she had nothing to do, she read.

"What do you like to do?" The girl asked and Sasha's smile slowly vanished.

'I liked swords.'

"Nothing much," Sasha said and gestured to the guards to open the library doors. The guards bowed at her and obliged. Once the two royals stepped inside, the guards closed the door behind them.

Fiona was awestruck.

"It's huge just like mine. Can I look around?" She asked and Sasha immediately nodded at her. "Please do as you please," Sasha said and the girl hopped away. The castle was filled with guests, she thought she would find some people there but the library was empty as always.

Sasha watched the girl hop upstairs and lowered her gaze.

She couldn't believe it.

She had become so negative.

She thought bad about her.

With a sigh, she walked further into the library and started to look around to find something interesting for herself. While she was looking around, she spotted a very interesting book. It had that maroon velvety cover with golden lining on it. She wondered what it was about.

She moved forward and stood on her toes in order to get the book but she was unable to even touch it. She tried harder and stretched her arm further to the point where it started hurting. She gave up and was about to get down on her feet when all of a sudden a tall shadow came behind her out of nowhere making her flinch badly. She felt someone behind her, too close to her. Her breath was stifled and goosebumps started to rise on her skin.

She saw his hand moving forward towards the book. The hand was big and long, actually too big even for a man. He was wearing a black glove that didn't cover all of his fingers. Sasha swallowed thickly and abruptly turned around to look at him but what she felt next was a too-familiar presence that terrified her to the core like a zap of current.

She flinched and attached herself back to the bookshelf. He was tall, very tall, a lot taller than Jasper. She had to crane her neck to look up at him and what she witnessed next, almost made her legs go weak.

Though, there was no resemblance yet there was so much resemblance. The man before her had long shiny dark silver hair and dark gray eyes. The one she knew had black hair but the aura was extremely familiar. His face was hidden by a black mask, only his eyes could be seen.

He grabbed the book and brought it down, forwarding it towards her. She stared down at the book in horror. Her complexion went pale as sweat started to coat her body.

Was it really him?

If...if it was him, he wouldn't show up in disguise.

His entrance would be rather bold.

She was exaggerating every other thing.

That man has left his imprint on her and now she sees nothing but fear when even a little thing resembles him or makes her aware of his presence.

Maybe she needs to go to the physician again.

With her trembling hands, she grabbed the book. Trying to stop her body from shaking but it was useless.

The man said nothing so she hesitantly raised her head and her heart almost lurked to her mouth when she found him peering down at her.

When they made eye contact.

His eyes...they were also familiar.

Sasha was terrified.

Before she could turn and run, Fiona's voice startled her.

"Princess Sasha, I was looking for you." Fiona said while walking up to her with a book in her hand but her pace slowed down once she saw the huge man standing in front of her.

"Oh, brother?" Fiona stared at the man in front of her, calling him 'brother'.

Sasha's eyes slightly widened when she realized who this man was and why he was covering his face.

He was King Ragnar, the king in disguise. He didn't show his face to others. Only his people and family knew what he looked like. People had their own theories about him. Some said he was too handsome that's why he hid his face, some said it could be a disgusting scar that he was hiding and some said that he was not that handsome and only his hidden appearance was extraordinary.

He doesn't seem to care about these things at all.

Sasha relaxed a little but she was tense as ever.

Fiona smiled and walked up to them, she wrapped her arm around her brother's arm and looked at Sasha while smiling. "Oh my, did my brother scare you?" She asked, her smile dropping instantly after seeing Sasha. The girl was a wreck this morning. This many jumpscares never come to her before. Sasha passed a glance at her brother and he was still staring at her, so she immediately dropped her gaze back to Fiona while shaking her head, a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Oh, that's a relief. People usually get scared due to his huge appearance." Fiona said.

"Anyways, brother, this is Princess Sasha Walton, the bride."

"And Princess Sasha, this is my brother, King Ragnar."

Fiona introduced them to each other. Both of them passed each other with a slight nod. She should be saying something, a whole damn king was standing in front of her but words wouldn't leave her mouth.

She was just uncomfortable.

She wanted to leave immediately.

The monster she knew was known by no one and this was King Ragnar, one of the greatest kings in his lineage. Kings of all kings.

She really needed to say something here but instead of that, she excused herself and trekked away.

Embarrassing herself.

Entering her room, the first thing she did was drink a lot of water.

This happened three times today.

She flinched so much as well.

And someone stood before her who resembled him.

Him...

Her terror.

Her destroyer.

The wedding must happen.

"I will come for you, my butterfly." His words rang in her mind with the exact tone he spoke with.

"No, No, No...the wedding must take place a week before." She thought while pacing around the room.

When his fear fell upon her, the wedding she thought couldn't save her was suddenly her only desperate option.

There was nothing else to save herself from him.

To be exact, not even this wedding.

"What? In two days?" Jasper asked, who was sitting on his master chair busy with some paperwork, and was left stunned for a second by Sasha's words.

She rarely came around here and rarely demanded anything.

But now when she came to him and demanded that the wedding happen earlier than before, he didn't know what to do.

Leaning back against the master chair, he took a deep breath.

"May I know the reason for that?" He asked, looking at her. His eyes moved down to her body and paused on her chest which was abnormally moving up and down, indicating that she was running not long ago. He looked back up at her.

"Ahh, you see I'm afraid something might happen before that, it could delay the wedding. I'm just not having a good feeling about that." She said while fidgeting with her fingers. Her eyes moved up to his face and there were lots of questions hidden in his expressions. Before he could ask something, she immediately continued.

"I don't want any wedding present. I just want the wedding to happen in two days." She said and he lowered his gaze as if thinking hard. She thought he wouldn't agree but when he nodded his head, she felt a great sense of relief washing over her.

"Though, I didn't quite get your reason but I will fulfill this demand of yours." He said and a wide smile kissed her features making his eyes go double in size. She was smiling and it was a happy smile and a genuine smile. Something he had never witnessed in these whole two years.

All of a sudden he stood up and slowly walked up to her. Her smile dropped with each step he took closer to her. He paused in front of her and she just silently stared at him until he put his fingers under her chin, raising her face.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked nervously and he smiled at her. "Nothing, I liked the way you smile." He said and her pupils slightly dilated.

'I like the way you cry...so beautiful.'

His words rang in her head and something known as fear clutched her heart in its vicious grip until Jasper brought her back to the present by kissing her lips.

Her eyes widened when she felt his lips on hers. 

She stilled for a second and didn't know what to do or how to react. This was the first time they kissed. As a princess, she was always taught not to get intimate with a man before marriage. Not to fall in love with anyone unless he was a royal.

However, the things she learned were of no use and the man kissing her wasn't her first kiss either.

She was torn off from all of these the day the beast decided to show itself two years back.

The way he held her and did things to her all to his liking, she realized that all of those teachings were of no use against a man's desire.

He was a beast.

She still remembers how he held her and viciously kissed her, the feeling of helplessness, fear, and terror were marked over her six senses forever. 

She put her hands on Jasper's chest and shut her eyes when he licked her lips, asking for entrance. When she didn't open her lips, he harshly bit on her lower lip making her hiss as she abruptly stepped back from him while covering her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Oh, pardon me." He said, looking a bit surprised as he wasn't expecting this reaction from her. "I-Its fine." She said, lowering her hand and he noticed the little bruise on her lower lip caused by him.

"I will take my leave now." She said, turned around and immediately left. As soon as she left, his expression turned bitter. "How boring." He said with an eye roll.

If it wasn't for the great wealth of the fallen Kingdom she inherited, he wouldn't even look at her. 

.......

At night.

With a mirror in her hand, Sasha stared at the mark on her lower lip.

It made her remember the time he kissed her, and left her lips bruised and swollen. For some reason, every other thing these days makes her remember him and makes her feel that fear all over again.

Maybe she needed to continue on her medicine.

Keeping the mirror on the dressing table, she closed the window and the door, locking them before walking up to the bed. She doesn't lock her door usually but when his memories claw her senses, she locks herself away. 

Once she settled on the bed, she took her medicine. Though, this medicine doesn't help her with her nightmares but it may help her to stop hallucinating.

But, was she really hallucinating?

Because of him, she's fighting here. Pondering if she was mentally ill or not.

Lying on the bed and covering herself with a duvet, she closed her eyes and blocked her mind from thinking. Hoping not to get any nightmares just like every other night, she drifted off to sleep.

........

The room was warm when she drifted off to sleep but in the middle of the night when the castle was indulged in darkness and the paths were vacant, the rooms were locked and the warmth was there, but something was peculiar with her surroundings.

She felt extremely cold.

Her lips shivered as she curled her body in a ball and covered herself properly with the duvet. Her eyes were closed and she was half asleep. She didn't bother getting up because she remembered very well that she locked everything.

She tried to doze off until she felt a zap of current run down her spine like lightning, making her eyes snap open as those hazel orbs stared up in horror.

Her orbs dilated and hazel looked like an outline, it was all due to sheer fear that engulfed her whole upon witnessing the man on top of her.

His face, she couldn't see it but his huge body on top of her, she could see it. Her orbs throbbed in terror when she noticed those big pale hands holding her waist down.

She couldn't see his face, but she could see his huge body hovering over her, feel his extreme aura, and feel his touch. She realized that she wasn't in a ball, she was lying straight with no duvet covering her. His one hand was holding her waist while his other hand had her wrists easily locked above her head.

Her orbs continued to throb in terror as tears began to roll down her temple. 

It was him.

Her terror.

Her nightmare.

She couldn't move...she tried to but she couldn't.

It was obviously just one of the worst nightmares.

Fortunately, she couldn't see his face otherwise she would've died from a heart attack.

She had never seen his face in her dreams. It was just those evil eyes and his words that haunted her.

This one felt too realistic to be a nightmare but it was one.

She knew no medicine could cure her. His fear was permanently imprinted on all of her six senses.

He had corrupted her whole.

It was as if she was hypnotized.

His hand that was on her waist slowly started to travel up, a soundless gasp escaped her lips when that big huge hand of his cupped her right Bosom twice before moving up. She wanted to scream for help but words were sealed in her mouth, she could only hear her muffled cries. 

She flinched badly and her heart lurked up to her mouth when she heard his all too familiar voice. It was deep and held excitement in the tone, a menacingly calm excitement. 

"He kissed you?" He asked, his cold thumb caressing her lightly bruised lower lip. She felt like her heart would come out of her mouth anytime soon. 

He knew it.

He knows everything.

There was no way she could hide from him.

"You dare let him touch you? Have you already forgotten who your master is?" He asked, his thumb pad roughly caressing her lower lip, bruising her already bruised lip even more.

"What did I tell you last time?" He asked, she wanted to close her eyes shut but she couldn't even do that. Tears were continuously rolling down her temple even when all he did was talk.

What did he tell her last time?

'I will destroy the one you seek for in order to get away from me.' 

She put Jasper and his kingdom at stake just to get away from this monster when she knew very well that there was no way out.

"How disobedient you are." He said, she jolted when she felt his hand in her hair, he was caressing her silky hair strands ever so slowly.

"But don't worry, even my most ruthless demon can't afford to harm you. My butterfly is so fragile, I'm afraid I'll break it." Her eyes widened when she heard him whispering all of this right next to her ear, she could even feel his hot breath hitting her ear.

It was just too realistic to be a dream.

Her heart was wildly slamming against her ribcage and her body was trembling like a leaf.

He was a sharp vicious knife dipped in honey for her.

"Remember one thing, even if you get married as early as possible, nothing can really take you away from me. Not even you and not even your God." 

"Because I am your Master."

Sasha's breath was knocked out of her system when she felt something cold on her lips. 

And just like that everything went blurry and her eyes snapped open. 

Drenched in sweat, and gasping for air, the duvet, bedsheet, and the robe she was wearing were all in disheveled condition. Her wide eyes stared up at the fancy stone-carved ceiling as her chest heaved up and down aggressively. She was stiff like a board and her whole body was aching painfully.

A light was peeking through the slick of the curtain indicating that it was morning already.

Though she was sleeping all this time it felt like she didn't sleep a blink. 

It was another nightmare.

Worse than ever.

She slowly sat up straight and frowned soon after when she realized that her face was wet. Even the pillow was drenched because of her tears. She raised her hand and wiped the tears away. She could still feel his touch, his breath, and the fear for him.

While she was wiping her tears, she noticed something on her wrist and it was as if the world stilled around her. Her horrified gaze was fixated on her bruised wrist.

The heartbeat that calmed down eventually fastened again in fear.

She looked at her other wrist and it was also bruised. His hold wasn't tight but it left such bruises...no why does she have them? Wasn't she having a nightmare? 

Her lower lip also felt weird.

Slowly getting off the bed, she stood up on her shaky legs and walked up to the dressing table, almost losing her balance on the way. With her trembling hands, she grabbed the mirror and focused it on her lips. 

And the next moment, the mirror fell down from her hand and on the cold floor, shattering into tiny pieces. Sasha stumbled back and fell on the floor, harshly landing on her butt as a sob raked through her body. 

Her lips were swollen and the bruise on her lower lip was even worse. It was as if he was here to remove Jasper's touch from her. But why? How? She locked everything. How did he get in? Or perhaps, he was already hiding in here but his huge presence couldn't be hidden anywhere here.

Everything that happened was real.

He was here.

He was watching her.

He was also planning something.

He could clearly stop the wedding before it happened but he was waiting for something. What? Could it be that he was here to destroy Jasper's kingdom?

She had so many things on her mind.

Tears wouldn't stop rolling down her eyes.

She stood up on her trembling legs but fell down again, so she took the support of the bed and stood up while crying. She checked the door and it was still locked but the window that she clearly remembers locking was unlocked and there was nothing beneath there to land on, just rugged ground that was so far, a normal person wouldn't survive if he jumped out of here.

How did he manage to get in? 

Was he already inside? Watching her all the time? 

A shudder ran down her spine and she covered her mouth to stop the loud sobs that were escaping her lips.

She couldn't digest the fact that he was actually here.

He was here...to get her.

He was here to destroy humanity once again.

He was here to cage her forever.

What could she even do to escape him?

His intentions felt like he was here to destroy Jasper's kingdom so even if she didn't marry Jasper, that monster would destroy it.

She rubbed a hand down her face.

There was no way she could escape that monster.

But where was he at the moment?

"What suddenly got into you? You asked for the marriage to happen earlier than before and you look like you've been sick for years when tomorrow is your wedding." The old granny started to rant once she stepped inside the room.

Sasha who was sitting on the couch, nicely dressed like always by the maids, had a dull look on her face. The makeup couldn't hide the dull and void look in her eyes. The helplessness and fear she felt was beyond her control.

She hated him.

She always would.

"Gosh, look at you." The old granny said in a stressful tone and settled down beside Sasha on the sofa.

Sasha, who had her hands on the sofa on either side of her thighs with her head hanging low, took a deep heavy breath before raising her head and turning to look at the old granny right in the eyes.

The old lady stared at her face stunned. 

Her lips were bruised and swollen. 

Before she could ask something, Sasha raised both of her bruised wrists in front of her. 

Her eyes widened even more as she grabbed both of Sasha's wrists and stared at them in shock.

"He did it."

"Luan..."

"H-He's here granny b-but he's wa-waiting to destroy." Sasha stuttered and pulled both of her wrists out of her hold. She stood up on her weak legs and began to pace around the room. She told the old lady everything that happened except the part where he harassed her.

The old granny was left speechless.

Fear could be seen on her face as well.

She couldn't even deny it anymore because the marks on Sasha's body screamed his presence around.

"What should I do?" Sasha asked.

"Should I let Jasper know?" Just as this question left Sasha's lips, the granny abruptly stood up while shaking her head. "Have you lost your mind? He will not marry you and what if he throws us and our people out? What would you do?" The granny asked and Sasha took a deep breath.

"We will go back to our land," Sasha said and the old lady slowly shook her head. "Our land has been taken over by those blood-sucking monsters." The old lady said and Sasha felt a hard and painful thug on her chest.

"Does Jasper know that? Nobody knows the real cause of our kingdom's fall. Shouldn't we let others know? Shouldn't we let Jasper know so they can be cautious?" Sasha asked desperately and the old granny shook her head with a stern look on her face.

"If they come to know, they will kick us out or even worse, execute us. Can't you be a little selfish for your people?" The granny asked and Sasha frowned.

"If that monster attacks this kingdom, our people will die too," Sasha said before adding. "What's gotten into you?" She asked, not liking the behavior of her old granny.

"Jasper won't let that happen." The old granny said.

"My father wasn't weak either." Sasha retorted.

"I never said that." The granny let out.

"They destroyed us for something bad your father did to them that we don't know. Why would he do the same with Jasper? You're thinking too much." The old lady said.

"That monster was lying. My father never wronged someone." Sasha said and turned her back towards the old lady. "I don't know why he's behind Jasper's kingdom. Maybe, he's not behind his kingdom, this time he's behind me and he is onto something in order to get me." Sasha said, slowly relaxing herself after having a little heated conversation with the old granny.

"Whatever it is, you're getting married to Jasper tomorrow. It's too late to back off now. Walton kingdom might have fallen but it still upholds its great respect." The old granny said, her tone was soft but Stern at the same time. Just as she said this, she left the room leaving an even more perplexed Sasha behind.

Not being able to breathe, Sasha left the room and trekked towards the garden of the castle for some fresh air. She had so much on her mind so she decided to filter it out for a while to relax otherwise she'd turn into a dead body in no time.

She sat down on the soft grass and took a deep breath, upon inhaling the fresh scent of flowers her tensed shoulders instantly relaxed. 

She stared up at the sky.

Since she wasn't thinking about the present and the future, her mind took her to the past and she remembered how happy and fortunate she was.

In those memories, she had a family, she had her people, they all had a glorious kingdom, and they had their culture which they used to follow with no hindrance or nothing holding them back.

But now nothing was left.

Sometimes she blames herself for that.

A soft giggle of a woman coming from nearby brought her back to the present. Her ears perked up and her eyes began to search for the source of that laughter until she heard it again. 

Her head snapped to the left and what she saw next had her pupils slightly dilating.

Jasper and Fiona were standing on the top terrace of the castle. They looked so busy talking and laughing that they weren't even aware of their surroundings.

Look at them.

They look like they are getting married tomorrow instead of the real couple.

She knew Jasper didn't love her but she also didn't expect him to flip this early. He knew she'd never demand anything from him, he knew what kind of a woman she was and that's why he chose her. 

Marry her.

Make her the queen.

And then keep her aside forever.

Well, this was much better than being in the arms of a monster.

She found something really weird about this situation. Sasha knew Jasper but why was Fiona talking to him like that? No princess talks to a king like that who is about to get married tomorrow.

Same goes for him but Sasha knew he didn't love her.

But then also Fiona knows nothing.

While she was pondering on this, she felt an intense gaze on her. Her shoulders instantly tensed and her eyes slightly widened. It was the same feeling as before, the feeling of being watched. She looked around but found no one, just guards walking here and there. This area of the castle was the most peaceful one in these wedding days.

Her breath quickened as she looked back at the castle. Those two were busy with their conversation. Just as she was about to get up, her eyes went slightly down towards the right and it was as if the world stilled around her. 

King Ragnar, standing near the window of his guest room, was staring right at her.

His eyes, she could feel them on her.

Why was he staring at her?

Why did his gaze bring a familiar yet terrifying sensation to her?

His gaze made her go still for a good while.

She would have thought of him as a ghost if she wasn't aware of his true identity.

Goosebumps started to rise on her skin.

She couldn't look away.

She was terrified.

Her thoughts that she was blocking came flooding in with more assumptions.

First thing first...she needed to stay away from him.

None of them moved.

Her heartbeat was a mess, the more she sat there staring at him the more terrified she felt.

With much difficulty, she lashed her gaze away from him, grabbed her dress, stood up on her trembling legs, and started to walk away from him. She could still feel his gaze on her back.

Why would a king stare at her like that?

Both of these siblings were radiating a weird energy and Sasha knew she needed to stay away from them.

Watching her back like a hawk, Ragnar stayed rooted to his spot. His gaze eyeing her solely. His room was indulged in darkness and the morning light that was coming through the window was blocked by his huge figure.

His one hand was on the wall and the other one behind his back. He poked his cheek from inside with his tongue as he watched her completely disappear from his sight.

"I see, you have begun denying me."

"Seems like, I gotta move even faster."

Last night memories flashed in his mind and an evil smirk soon appeared on his face with two dimples that added fuel to that devilish smirk.

"My little Sasha," He whispered under his breath and closed his eyes upon remembering her beneath him last night.

"I can't wait to put my claim on you...once again."