Moonlit Devil (6)

Cecelia slept peacefully, seemingly without a care in the world…All while not realizing just how much danger she was in.

Neither the bone-chilling cold of the river's water nor the loud noises emanating from her surroundings seemed to affect her.

Even though her body was inadvertently shivering, no doubt to preserve what remained of her body's warmth, she was still knocked out cold.

She couldn't even move due to the rope binding her.

However, that may have been for the better.

At least that way, she wouldn't have to suffer like the two women who tried to kidnap her.

Passing away peacefully while sleeping was a far better fate in comparison to being slowly tormented first.

It was a blessing, in that sense, that she didn't have to see the garish abomination end her life.

Taking a step forward, the eight-foot-tall creature loomed above the sleeping princess.