Deviant King (Royal Elite 1)

Blow.

Blow.

“You’ll pay for that, Elsa.”

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I wake up with a start. Sweat trickles down my spine, sticking my PJ’s to my back. I dart my eyes to the side and shriek.

A shadow looms over my bed.

Chapter Twenty-Six

The monster from my childhood stands over my bed like a shadow.

A boogieman.

He’s finally coming for me.

Blood roars in my ears and my heartbeat catches on an irregular, sick rhythm.

Thump.

Th-thump…

Thump...

I screw my lids shut and cover my ears with both my hands. This is a dream. It’s all in my head. The boogieman isn’t real. The monster isn’t real.

No matter how much I chant that, it doesn’t stop the voices from filtering through my high-built fortress.

Murmurs.

Haunted moans.

Pained whimpers.

Heavy footsteps come closer and closer, suffocating me like a vice.

“Hush little baby, don’t you cry...”

No. I place both hands on my ears, trying to suffocate the haunting sound.

I hate that song. I hate the way she sings it with that manic humming and them monsters in her eyes.

“...everything is going to be alright…”

NO!

“Mama’s gonna buy you a little toy… and if that toy doesn’t work, Mama will bring you another one...”

No, no, no...

“You’ll never escape me, Elsa.”

“You’re my masterpiece, Elsa.”

“Elsa.”