I stood at the door and glanced at him before going into the room and closing the door.
The Lincolns gave me a big room with a soft bed. The environment was nice but it was too spacious.
Instead, Stevenâs small house seemed to give me more sense of security.
1 seemed to be surprised by my own thoughts, as I was slowly changing my views of Steven.
However, I knew he was a murderer!
I cowered in fear on the bed, terrified of lightning and thunder. Now, I was even more afraid of sympathizing with Steven, the murderer.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning seemed to explode right in front of me..
âAhhâ¦â I cried out in terror, curling up with my legs close to my chest as I breathed heavily.
âSteve⦠wait for me at the orphanage, be obedient.â
âStephie, Iâll always wait for you. If you donât come⦠I wonât leave.â
âStephie, you promised to come find me. Iâll be waiting for you at the orphanage.â
Images of the car accident that day flashed through my mind, familiar yet strange.
âBoom.â The sound of thunder rumbled outside the window.
Terrified, I scrambled to my feet and ran outside desperately.
I didnât know why I was running. When I came to my senses, I had already opened the door. âAh!â
Suddenly, a large hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me over and pressing me against the wall, then kissing me.
The room was dark, with no light to see by, but I knew that Steven was outside the door.
I couldnât see his face, only feeling his breath.
He seemed scared of something, kissing me wildly as if he was venting. I tried hard to push him away, but I couldnât budge him, and my eyes were burning with tears.
âYou liarâ¦â He seemed to be venting, calling me a liar. âYou told me to go back⦠and wait for you.â
âGet offâ¦â I pushed him away forcefully, slapped him across the face, and leaned against the wall as my breathing became even more rapid. I didnât know why, but suddenly all the grievances surged up within me.
He looked a bit forlorn, standing there with his head down silently.
Instinctively, I wanted to reach out and comfort him, but I was surprised at myself for wanting to do 50. 50.
What was happening to me?
âpotu!â The thunder roared loudly, and instinctively, I moved closer to seek refuge in Stevenâs embrace as I cried even louder.
At that moment, all the grievances truly flooded my heart.
From my parentsâ tragic accident to now, everything felt like a dream.
Stevenâs body stiffened for a moment, then slowly, he raised his hand and held me tightly.
He didnât say anything, but I could feel his body trembling.
âStephie⦠No matter what you become, Iâll find you. Iâm sorry⦠I wonât let anyone hurt you again.â
Steven tightened his grip around my arms, his voice trembling.
1 I leaned against him, for the first time⦠wanting to completely relax and rely on someone.
âIâm scared of the thunder. Stay here tonight,â I whispered softly.
He was surprised, probably due to the initiative I took.
h!â I grabbed his neck when he suddenly carried me up.
He lifted me with one arm⦠How was he so strong?
He looked thin and weak, but without his clothes⦠he was surprisingly y muscular.
He laid me down on the bed and took a warm towel to wipe my hands and feet. In the dim light by the bedside, I just stared at him.
He was a murderer.
If he really was the one who killed me and so many other women, even if the law couldnât punish him, I wouldnât hesitate⦠to kill him myself.
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