The Lord of the sins

oor where she lay, her head hammering like a train was running through it. She felt weak—weaker than she had been i

elt something crawling up her skin

ake. It was very tiny but she had seen so much in her life to judge anything by

't bother to look around the room and find out where she was. Eventual

She gasped in disbelief when her eyes fell on the sight before her. Freya felt her heart skip beats and her body go

he celebrities and men she had ever seen in her life. He was tall, his charcoal-dark hair was scattered and swept to the left side of his face. He had a

mehow, the God in the room looked and had an even more frightening e

yet terrifying voice sent a

e why he used “what” and not “who”. His voice was like i

ps. Freya's heartbeat increased its pace in fear as she saw his muscular and fi

t leaned over hers. She heard him sigh before

now why she felt so afraid and oddly comforted with his presence at the same time. Somehow, she didn't care what happened or his intention w

in so she was staring eye-to-eye with him. But she immediate

nding… but still she felt some sort of silenced under

lf obeying and looking straight at

ove downwards. His index finger was still on her cheeks, and he w

eeks and sighed before turnin

she was in. The last thing she remembered was going to buy foodstuffs

I?“ she stammered, her sense o

ed out of wherever she was. He slowly turned to look a

death is going to be more pleasurable than the others.“