“Wha… what are you doing here? H-how are you here?!” I trembled as I continued to slowly step back further away from him.
I was shocked. Why the fuck is Jacob Moore here? He was… he was supposed to be… he was supposed to be in prison.
Tears pooled my eyes as I saw him right in front of me. Although he didn’t look any better, the look he was giving me made my hair on the skin stand.
His face sunk a bit, bags under his eyes. His once well kept hair is now messy. His classy suit and tie was replaced with normal ordinary clothes. He looked like a normal guy who’s going to fucking kill me right now!
“Did you like my present, my love?” He was sneering as he spoke.
My heart jumped at the possibility. “W-what present?”
I’m fucking scared. I could no longer move. I froze as I shook from his mere presence. He was the root of all my recent anxieties which I tried my hardest to ignore because I believed he’s no longer a problem. Yet the man is here in front of me.