CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

Rose's POV

My heart was pounding with fear as I stood there, held captive by Tyler. I was desperate to escape the situation and the only thing that seemed to be on my mind was death.

My mind raced with different thoughts as I tried to make sense of the situation. Why was Tyler doing this to me? What did he want from me? These were the questions that plagued my mind as I tried to make sense of the situation.

As Tyler giggled devilishly, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. I knew that something bad was about to happen, and I was powerless to stop it. I pleaded with him to kill me, to end my suffering, but he only laughed in response.

"You think death is the better option here?" he asked, still holding me tightly.

I nodded my head, tears streaming down my face. "It's better than being humiliated like this," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Tyler's grip on me tightened, and for a moment, I thought he was going to hurt me. But then he spoke, and his words sent shivers down