The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 0587

I was entirely drawn into cleaning. So much so that the rest of the world seemed to fall into the background.

Maybe this was why I didn't notice right away the sound of footsteps and the slight drip of water down onto the ground from a very wet body.

Odd, I thought. Didn't I turn the facet off? Did it have a drip?

I turned my head toward the sink, when Ronan grabbed me by the back of the head, clutching a bunch of my hair, and yanked me backwards, off-balance and onto my ass.

I opened my mouth to scream, but he was prepared for that. He stuffed a soaking wet handkerchief into my mouth.

He started to drag me toward the door. I struggled, kicking my feet, while clawing at his wrist with my fingernails. But his hold was firm, and I couldn't seem to catch any friction on the floor.

"Why can't you just fucking die already?" Ronan snapped.

into the hallway. I tried to grab at the door, at anything I could reach really, knowing Veronica was just over in the

before I could see if my plan worked or not, Ronan threw me out the back door. I landed with a

spit the handkerchief from my

hear me.

loomed over me, staring down with open disgust and hatred in his eyes. "I pity you. You don't know what it's like to be

never require someone to murder for

A small shimmer of hope spread

next moment, that hope smashed down

and accepts all of me. I will never betray

insane!" I yelled, but the words didn't faze him. He didn't seem to be listening to me at all. He was too far gone. Whatever delusion that had been spun for him or that he had spun for himself, it had overwhelmed whatever remained of

delusion. And I was surely about to become a victim to

a crab. I made it a good