Saint By Eva Simmons

From the moment I spotted him on the side of the road, I knew he was trouble.

Now I’m kneeling at the mercy of a masked devil with my boyfriend’s blood on my hands.

He tells me to call him Saint because he saved me… that I should be thankful he spared me a worse fate. I’m tempted to fight him or bargain.

But when Saint tells me to run, a twisted part of me wonders if he’ll chase.