Ivara's POV
“Stay the f**k away from me, if you think you're going to put me through that suffering again, then I'll kill you and kill my f*****g self!” Ria's yell and curses echoed in the slave camp cafeteria.
I stood frozen in place. I hadn’t said or done anything to her, I merely brushed her shoulders when taking my food and then she flared up.
“I'm… I'm sorry.” I whispered.
With a long hiss and a death glare, she limped away with the help of her minions.
This was only my sixth day in the labor field and slave camp, but strange things had been happening.
First was the sudden disappearance of the supervisors and guards who had beaten me upIt wasn’t sudden — I just stopped seeing them after the day I tried to kill myself.
Rumors and whispers were saying that Xlynor had a hand in it
