His Mate - 38. Pain and Agony

Samantha's POV

I lay on the ground listening to a familiar voice. If what I think is true, a ghost of my best friend, Genelia, is haunting me during my stay in Hell.

"Goodbye, Samantha." The visitor says and disappears. I am about to call out her name, when I notice the sound of a door handle shaking. I realize my current state. I stretch out my limbs as quick as I can. I'm getting out of here today.

One thing sits in my mind. "Samantha, he is not far at all." When the creature said that my body filled with chills. It was cryptic and mysterious, but somehow it gives me the boost I need. All hope is restored.

"What the bloody hell? How did you get out of those ropes?" A strange man wonders. He is about thirty-five years, five feet and nine inches, his muscles bulge out of his shirt, and his head is not accompanied by hair, but tattoos instead. I cannot fathom all the ink stitched into his body.

It all looks like a permanent mess, yet sti