0018.

NIYLAH’s POV.

I wonder what's going on with him, acting all lovey-dovey after forcing himself on me. I know I'm acting too cool, but what can I really do? Should I call the police? Or maybe go to the station with this clothes as evidence to prove my innocence. Just the thought of it lifts my spirits. I might seem helpless now, but I know there's evidence with the cloth on my neck. But wait, I don't even know which police station to go to.

Standing in the middle of the road, scanning back and forth as if I'm expecting someone. "There you are," I hear from behind, and I quickly turn around. "Jack!" I call out as I see him, a wave of fear washing over me. I start walking backward as he moves closer, a wicked smile on his face. I can sense something sinister in his eyes.

"You can't escape from me, you know," he says, as his hand grips my waist and pulls me closer, our chests meeting, and our eyes locking.

I struggled, “Let go of me,” I said, attempting to break free, but his grip was