Corroborate
I cursed inside my head. If words could kill someone then I would cuss everything to that woman. Not that I care, but because she deserved to hear all of it. Penelope Hamington, that was her name – the leader of the Royals and I’m in her territory right now. Where could she be possible right now? Is she even here? “Do you think this is a home? Wait until you’ll see it with your own eyes that this is just an illusion. It’s hell.” Joan’s words rang internally. She was right after all. The Orphanage was just a gate pass for a worse case and now my brother is a victim of them. Perhaps, the power made the people, especially those who wanted dominance, go berserk. I looked that him, carrying on the back of Mr. Butch. He was still unresponsive. Just hold a little longer, big brother. We’ll ge
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