Betty's POV

A cold voice cut through the room from the doorway. “Who gave you permission to touch her?” My body went still once I heard that authoritative voice.

I didn’t even realise I was holding my breath until it hitched painfully in my chest. The weight of the man was still on me, pressing me down. His blood began to seep against my skin. I couldn’t move or even think. The terror of the situation hung in the room but all I could see was the man at the door.

He wasn't a ...