Chapter Twenty-Eight

“I have never seen a bait so beautiful.” The sound of a deep voice resonated from above the attic.

Gloria who was sitting on the floor of the attic at one corner on top of the dust bed, looking miserable, looked up. A man looking down at her from above leaning against the railing. His eyes were not smiling but his mouth has turned up.

There was a shadow casting on his face. Making half of his face not seen. In an elegant way, he made his way downstairs. Gloria scooted back.

Why was she taken here? Who was he? Many thoughts circled in her head but she was unable to comprehend any of them as fear engulfed her.

As he reached his final step, he was merely a few feet away from her. Gloria looked at him closely.

His hair was dusted with a light blonde color and the length of it had reached the back of his neck. He wore a white shirt that tightly hugged his body as his muscles were visible.

He approached her slowly. Gloria prayed for the world to swallow her at this point. She was so s