Chapter 11: Hell Begins

KEILAH

"What?" I asked, his words not registering in my mind yet.

Servant?

"I said—be my servant. Is that too hard to comprehend?" he asked.

"But, why me?" I asked. "I didn't do anything wrong to you."

He chuckled coldly, taking a step forward. I felt his body right in front of me, yet I couldn't move. The power he was emanating was too much that it made me weak in the knees.

"You said you'd do anything, right?"

I pursed my lips together and looked to the side.

"Don't involve Keilah in any of this," Weston interrupted. "You've already done enough. Face me like a man."

"Then, face me in a battle," he said in a cocky voice. "I'm not that hard to please. Whatever you say, goes."

"Fine," Weston said. "It's not like I can't beat you anyway."

I closed my eyes to think for a second.

"When will it be?" Weston challenged.

"As soon as possible," Enzo said.

"I'll do it," I said, interrupting their conversation.

"What?" Weston snapped. "Are you out of your mind, Keilah?"

Enz