CHAPTER EIGHT

CLARA’S POV

I opened my eyes slowly as a bright ray of sunlight flashes through making me squint my eyes.

The memories of what happened before I was knocked out came flooding into my head as I sat up with fear.

“I see you are finally awake.”

I looked by my side and saw the same person I was pleading with to spare my life.

“Where am I?? What am I doing here??” I asked in fear.

“I think the right question to ask is why you are still alive.” he said.

“Do you plan on killing me??”

“Well, it depends on how you answer my questions.”

“But I have told you everything I know.” I said as tears dripped down my eyes.

“Be quiet!!!!” he yelled in anger.

The fact that I was in a total stranger’s house made me shiver in fear.

“I am going to ask my questions and you better answer each and everyone of them truthfully or else I won’t hesitate to kill you…am I understood??”

“Y..y..yes…s…sir.” I said stuttering.

“Good…now my first question…what were you doing at the place we met you that too in the middle