Sasha felt her head spinning, her fingers numbing, and her eyes stinging with the beads of sweat from her forehead.
And when she opened her eyes, she found herself curling on the floor of the prison. Her own prison, alone and broken.
“Morning, sunshine.” Beta Russel greeted behind the closed metal door through the small square opening. The Beta whom she f****d during her dreaming of Alain.
So much for without food and water for three days.
“Today is your third and last day. You better get up your ass.”
Her knees collapsed to the floor, her body can no longer contain the suffering it had endured for the past two days.
‘Right. Today is the last day. Just a little push, Sasha. Just a little push and we’ll no longer be a Slave,’ she said to herself a set of encouraging words that will
