Chapter Seventy Three

Someone was in my room, I could feel their eyes on me.

I should open my eyes and see who it is watching me but I couldn’t, I was too lazy to. The bed sunk under their weight as they took a sit next to me. Their body heat engulfed me as they moved closer to me.

I know that scent. I’ve perceived that cologne on someone before but somehow I couldn’t put a face to the one who uses the cologne. I couldn’t remember where I’d perceived that cologne before.

Suddenly I felt cold hands around my neck and before I could even process what was going on, they started to squeeze. The hands squeezed so hard that it became difficult for me to breathe. I scratched, pull, and struggled to get the hands off me but I couldn’t.

“Die, die!” A masculine voice said as they squeezed even harder. I know that voice, I know whose voice it was.

“Dylan, please.” I tried to say but I couldn’t get any words out, I was suffocating. I scratched at the hands around my neck and kicked my legs just so I would be able