Mandy stood in his arms still amazed that Dillon could love her. She felt at peace. “I have a surprise for you. Come with me.” she heard him whisper. She simply nodded, not wanting to ruin the moment. He led her through the beautiful tropical atmosphere and down a long hallway to another room. A room that was cold and dark. Nothing like the main part of the warehouse.
“What are we doing here?” She asked, but instead of a response, he was pushing, shoving her into a cage. Her dream had just become a nightmare.
“This is what you deserve! You are so pathetic if you think anyone you deserve!” He spat at her. From the darkness his blue eyes had darkened like clouds in a storm. He had shut the cage and was locking it now.
“Please. Why?” She begged. He responded with laughter as he picked up a gasoline can from the corner of the room.
“Because this is what you deserve.” And with that he poured the gasoline all over the place, lit a match he had produced from his pocket, watched the sparks ignite into a full blaze. Then he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. She was now helpless and alone.