From the moment I spotted him on the side of the road, I knew he was trouble.Now I'm kneeling at the mercy of a masked devil with my boyfriend's blood on my hands.He tells me to call him Saint because he saved me... that I should be thankful he spared me a worse fate. I'm tempted to fight him or bargain.But when Saint tells me to run, a twisted part of me wonders if he'll chase.
From the moment I spotted him on the side of the road, I knew he was trouble.Now I'm kneeling at the mercy of a masked devil with my boyfriend's blood on my hands.He tells me to call him Saint because he saved me... that I should be thankful he spared me a worse fate. I'm tempted to fight him or bargain.But when Saint tells me to run, a twisted part of me wonders if he'll chase.