Eight.

ISHTAR

He agreed.

Mr Beast agreed for me to stay in his home, and I conceded so fast. I was gullible, I know, and the rest of the world probably thought of me as the most stupid person to exist, but really? Intelligence or acute thinking was for people who had something to lose.

Not me. I didn't have a care in the world about what happened. Well, except for the idea of rape and gruesome murder, if those two were excluded, then I might as well do whatever the hell I wanted.

What have I got to lose? I held his gaze as I stood before him, trying to contain the wave of fear mixed with happiness that churned inside of me. The thought of being in the warm, cozy mansion again owned me, and I believed that was the best thing that could happen to anyone.

Even if he were going to end up killing me, then I'd ask him to give me three more days to live my life to the fullest. I was still in his office, red in the face with a pounding chest after he'd cupped my face, and I did everything in my powe