This murderer called himself a person of justice and believed it was his duty to stand up for Ravena.
He held my neck and said with hate, “I never hurt good people, but you… You have done terrible things!”
“Today, I will let you feel what it is like to be shamed and stepped on!”
He didn’t hurry to kill me. Instead, he used every method he could to make me hurt.
He used a hammer to smash both of my legs.
He used pliers to pull out my teeth one by one.
He said he wanted me to feel the worst pain before dying, so that even after death, I would keep feeling regret in hell.
The blood slowly ran into the quiet night.
Inside the empty villa, no one could hear my calls for help.
In truth, I once had one chance to live because that day was my twentieth birthday.
Draco had once promised, “I know that on your birthday, it’s the day you miss home the most.”
“So you won’t feel sad, every year on your birthday, I will stay with you.”
“Savannah, I will never leave you alone.”
So, when the clock reached twelve, Draco came carrying a cake and knocked on my door.
Inside that cake was a gift he had carefully prepared, and hidden inside it was the ring he planned to use to ask me to marry him.