“Where am I?” Anna croaked, rising from the cold flood in a dark cell as she rubbed her aching neck. “Oh no am I in hell?”
A loud maniacal laugh resounded in the atmosphere, causing Anna to shiver with fear.
Suddenly, Mr. Reaves' face appeared before her.
“If it isn’t Satan himself.” Anna hissed, grabbing unto the bars of the holding cell.
“Ah, don’t be so bitter, but the name is actually Lucifarr. I despise that other name…. Anyways, I have not brought you here on a get to know you basis, so I’ll keep it short and simple. You’ll be the bait to draw Paige here and then I’ll take it from here… Capisce?” Mr. Reaves gave a sinister smile, surrounded by the thick fog of the black mist as he walked off.
“Just a perfect waste of handsome.” Anna mumbled to herself, angrily pouting with fol
