Chapter eleven
Rosanna Vietillo POV
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I stared at my mirror image. I had a fresh pair of clothes ready for me while I finished taking a shower. I had to use his bathrobe, which smelled like his aftershave. But I couldn't stay in the gown anymore. The ripped pieces, the torn fabric just ignited me.
Now I'm wearing a pair of striped blue sundresses.
My long hair is messy as I braid it up loosely, the under circles of my eyes were dark, and my eyes looked swollen. But I know I wouldn't be blinking my eyes to rest any time soon. Not until I'm out of this devil's paradise.
And not all war can be won by equal hits and blows at the opponent.
Clearly the devil has the upper hand here, I wanted to avoid playing nice. However, considering the only way to survive this hell while waiting
