Prologue!!

Chiara Leone

I know he is here.

I can hear his steps, clearly.

Today I will kill him. Stab him the number of times he haunted me.

My hands use to be coloured with pen ink, but today they will be painted red, with his blood.

My hands were shivering and sweating but I can’t lose my composure.

Suddenly a pair of leg appears in front of me.

Blood ran into my face.

I tightly hold the knife and jumped out from, under the table and pointed knife at him.

He chuckled, like he was mocking me, “What is this my little flame? I came here to meet you and that’s how you are welcoming me.” He said sarcastically.

Ofcourse, it’s common sense that he is not here to greet me and say, lovey-dovey things. He is here to murder me or to rape me, or even worst both.

OH SHIT!!

As my mind diverted, he gripped my hand took knife from me and tossed it aside.

Knife falling sound echoed in hall.

With other hand he grabbed me by my waist, pick me up and made me sit on the table under which I was hiding, few minutes before.

He was standing in between my legs.

Fuck! I know men are no good!

He released me from the hold and put his both hands on either side.

He was staring my face intensely.

I noticed that distance between our faces were decreasing.

So, I started moving my head backward to maintain decent distance.

It was good until I lose my upper body balance and about to hit my head on the table. Surprisingly it didn’t hit. I was saved because of my books.

Slowly he moved his right hand from table to my thigh.

I was right he is going…

Suddenly he rase my thigh bit up and bed towards my face and whispered, “Stop thinking all dirty. I am a Gentleman honey.”

“What gentleman make a lady, half lay on the table, stand’s in between her leg while raising one leg in air.” I asked.

Fuck this type of gentleman.

“A fiancée!!” He stated calmly.

WHAT

THE

FUCKKKKK!!