Joshua looked at the sleeping Isabella in his arms in disbelief. Never in his life did he think that Isabella would kill anyone. She always seemed nice and a bit shy; however, the aura she demonstrated was unlike anything he had ever seen before, and he couldn't help but marvel at her radiance. Sighing, he pulled out his phone and made a call, “Hey, it’s me. I'm in the woods close to the old barn, I need the cleaners.” He said to the person on the phone.
“Sure thing,” a woman's voice responded nonchalantly, before hanging up. Joshua then turned his attention towards the sleeping Isabella. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her soft delicate skin and her full lips were so plump and inviting that he couldn't help but want to kiss her and claim her as his own. Ever since he saw
