YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.

ENIT

rst. Being unfortunate is a curse that's clinging onto me

but money. In my experience, when mo

bundled and thrown into the c

to escape, with a hard smac

four edges of tall walls, a place where I could hardly

y room." Mr. William

e blanket to suppress the desperation to be free

sarcastically, an old man like him who should re

to himself. I struggled, pushing him

zero strength in him, so why didn't I? Probably because thousa

maid from serving me food or water... It was no new thing t

just bite off my flesh bit by bit and

y, but nothing has ever been more scary than my life; and finally, I was able

s walked into the room and kic

, give it to him. The most important thing is his investment; do everything you can to make sure I bag thi

room. The maid walked into the room with a dress,

e one to be advertised an

ore it, looking like a harlot

he requested that I follow him to a hotel to satisfy his

, go on, she's yours for the night. As long a

iam's men. I was held down in the car

own into it, behind me was an equally ol

do this to me, I'm young enough to be your daughter, help me ge

sl*t! You think we are here for business? Ge

oom came from my silent tears, and then his voice rang out

e bed, after hours of messing with me and

e I pitied myself, and I had no single reason to smile.

my mind foggy from sleep, and I slow

ver ran down my spine as I realized the old man, Mr. William's b

the bed and jumped up to search around. Did he run

und my legs covered in blood. Trembling, I trailed after where the blood was comin

blood flowed from, I was paralyzed

ead, a creeping chill that seeped into my b

orn open and his eyeballs staring into the void, he lay there with