Krystal’s POV
The days following my capture by Hans were those of nightmare. My room was locked. No walks anymore. No garden talk any more. No longer silent sessions.
Hans had doubled the guards. He confiscated my burner phone. He deprived me of my small liberties. But he did not kill me. It is the bit where I did not quite agree. What is the use of keeping me alive when I was not of use to him anymore? Why not then cast me out like the rest who he has destroyed? Now and then, late at night, I wondered whether it might be because he liked it.
To have me at his mercy. Looking on at me wriggling. Perhaps he was fond of the notion that I was breathing even when I could not touch Colt, could not warn him, could not do anything except what he told me.
But he was wrong. He believed that by s
