Then kill her.
And dump her unrecognizable body somewhere in a river, in the woods.
What if he was a psychopath who hunted girls, captured them, tortured them after satisfying his sick desires?
He seemed rich.
What if he sold her?
To people who would do even worse.
What if he sold her organs
She gasped, covering her mouth in horror.
A teacher's salary couldn't make someone this wealthy.
Which meant…
Her fears were probably right.
He was handsome model-like.
No one would ever suspect him.
Her mind replayed every dark thriller and horror story she'd ever seen, casting herself as the victim and him as the monster.
Alfonso would never know what happened to her.
He wouldn't even know if she was alive or dead.
The thought shattered her completely.
"Oh God, please save me," she cried, dropping to her knees on the floor and clasping her hands together.
"Please… I'll go to church every Friday. I promise."
Her sobs shook her small body.
