A week ago Angel had whipped me to a pulp, ordered that I be locked up inside my room, I was fed poor diet once a day. I was not allowed a visit from Camilo or Florentine and the only face I had seen in those days were that of Holf when he brought me food.
I cried bitterly, had nightmares from that horrible day. I became paranoid at every slightest noise or everytime I saw Holf thinking I was about to be taken away for a punishment.
I was angry yet afraid of Angel. He had managed to break my walls that good. I hated him so much that I wished to get back at him but I was helpless.
I was sitting at the end of my bed when someone stormed into my room. I snapped towards the direction to find Holf staring at me with a mean gaze. I got scared immediately wondering what his look could mean.
He droppe……
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