Chapter 7: OSVALDO?
Penny's mouth hung open as she stared at the man standing before her. He was barefoot, dressed in an unbuttoned silk black shirt, exposing a scarred, muscular chest covered in scribbled ink. Penny couldn't tell what was written there, maybe numbers, symbols, words?
His wild, unkempt black hair hung over his piercing silver eyes, a few strands falling to his shoulders in locks. His eyes looked so hollow yet intense that made her feel... exposed
But the worst part?
He was grinning. A slow, manic grin that made Penny's stomach twist.
Was this Osvaldo?
Is this her supposed husband?
He looked nothing normal. He looked nothing like a human.
And like a beast his gaze locked onto her, and his smile widened even more.
Then... He lunged.
Straight at her...
Penny paled, she turned immediately and tried climbing the stairs, but she had barely made two steps when a large hand grabbed her shoulders.