CHARLOTTE
I drove my car at a fast speed as I left Dad’s premises. I wanted it to be a lie. I wanted to believe Justin was lying to me and that my dad would not sell me to him and subject me to hell while he fed off my sweat and blood. But that wouldn’t happen because he had stood before me and said those words to me.
He struck a deal with Justin in which I was to work for him without being killed or touched. Is this why I was subjected to more rigorous training than the others? Why was I given more jobs than the rest of my comrades, and became Justin’s favorite tool more than those who came before me?
All of this was planned by my father and Justin, and all this while I was convinced that I had been kidnapped and that my family would be devastated. My dad played both my mom and me.
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