Page 154 of Sinful Lord

I try to swallow, but a new fear has filled my throat. My only option is to stay quiet as the noise approaches.

A silent gasp tears out of me when I see the handle on my bedroom door rattle. That gasp is shoved back into my lungs when I recognize the sound of a key being placed into the lock.

The handle is pulled down. The lock clicks. The door is pushed open.

But Tytus doesn’t appear in the doorway.

In fact, I’m so used to his towering height, that I have to force my gaze downward to meet the eyes of the woman standing in the doorway.

“Who… Who are you?” I ask, completely bewildered.

The woman looks oddly familiar. Her raven black hair bounces softly as she turns a pair of pale green eyes back into the hallway and calls to someone.

“Found her! The bitch is in here!”

The harshness of her words slap me awake.

I shake my head.

“Who are you?” I demand, my tone strengthening.

“Oh, no, you don’t get to speak to me like that,” the woman sneers, turning back to face me. “Not in my own house.”

Just like that, I make the connection.

It’s the woman from Tytus’ sex tape.

All of my strength vanishes—especially as I notice the sound of uneven footsteps pounding down the hallway.

“I… you… he…” I stammer, unable to form a complete thought.

My blubbering only turns the woman’s sneer all the sharper. Those pale green eyes tighten as she looks me from head to toe.

“So, this is what that tasteless brute ignored me for? A common whore?” Her black fingernails curl into a trembling fist. “You’re nothing special. But that… that only makes it worse.”

Glaring over my shoulder, she scans the room. “Where’s the camera, you hussy? Huh? He must be using you too. That’s the only explanation. Stupid bitch. You don’t know how to please a man like that. And you definitely aren’t worth the effort. I am, though. When you’re gone, he’ll be starved enough to come back to—”

Before she can finish, a gun appears from the other side of the doorframe. I only have time to gasp before the muzzle is pressed against her temple.

I blink, and her head explodes.

The roar of the gunshot stuns my world into silence. I stumble backward, watching in horror as the woman’s lifeless body crumples to the floor. The edge of the bed catches me behind the knees and I fall onto my ass just as the shadow steps into view.

“No,” I want to rasp, but my mouth is already stuffed with a scream.

Filling the doorframe is the most terrifying monster I’ve ever seen. His crooked jaw cracks as his scarred white lips turn into a mangled grin.

“Yes, scream for me, princess,” he laughs, his voice like shards of broken glass. “Just like you screamed for my little brother. Ah, I’ll make you scream twice as hard. Just you wait.”

He steps into the bedroom and dread replaces the air. I’m suffocated as I realize what’s happening.

It’s him.

The figure.

My nightmare.

The devil.