Nolan, the psychopath

Camille’s POV

“Are you scared, Camille?” 

Nolan. It was his voice. Except it wasn’t the one I was used to. It was harsh, low and taunting. As if he were toying with me.

“N-Nolan?” I stuttered, breathless and scared shitless. 

“One and only, baby,,” He murmured. His breath fell on my ears when he leaned closer. Alarm bells went off in my head. “Were you scared?” 

I swallowed, unable to move my body. I did not want to turn around. The ringing in my ears had dulled and there was a headache threatening to split my head in half. I had hit my head too hard on the wall, But the man behind me did not seek to care. 

“Come on, Camylove,” 

Ew, Camylove? 

“Answer me,” He bit my ear lobe and a sh