Silent, soft whimpers nibbled my throat, cries after cries and tears after tears collected under my eyes as I wrapped my crippled arms around my legs, sitting on this comfortable bed in a secure position where I would snuck my head down and begin to cry so no one could see my tears but it didn't go as I thought it would.
He stood over me, watching my movements from the top, flicking his eyes over me then moving around his room. I admit it was really different from the other rooms, the dark aura operating in this stifling air and the cheerless paintings attached to the ligneous walls petrified my blood when he first carried me in but now wasn't the time to be afraid of the dark.
"Matthew has always been a bastard, don't take his useless words seriously," he exclaimed, placing his vicious
