Olivia’s POV
“Baby girl! Where are you?”
I shivered hearing his drunken tone not knowing what he will do with me today. It had been fourteen months that he was torturing me. Didn’t he got bored over torturing me? Why couldn’t he left me? Why couldn't he just leave me alone instead of torturing me?
“Baby girl! Come out otherwise it will be very bad for you?”
I shivered when I heard the voice of someone wiping the cane. Soon the sound of wiping can come closer to the closet in which I was hiding. I shivered hard and curled myself in a cocoon praying to God to make me invisible but why would God listen to me.
Paul opened the door of my closet and looked at me with evil smile, the smile that says that he had won a lottery that was unfortunately me. Paul took my hairs in harsh grip making
