"What do you mean?" I asked him as he shoved me back into the chair I was previously locked in.
"Be silent; I need to do this to avoid my plans going down the drain," he muttered, placing my hands behind me and tying them so tightly that I gasped in pain.
"Why are you doing this?" I cried as tears streamed down my cheeks because I couldn't hold back my aggravation; my entire life, I've wanted to try my best to prove to her that I'm capable of doing better only to win her affection.
"This is being done to you by your mother, not by me." He said, heading towards a table to grab some portions because his skin was becoming rough and wrinkled.
"If they hadn't done any of this to me, no one would have died... not my dear Helen," he concluded before going to retrieve the crystal as I continue
