“Why are you blurring their memory of me? It is not like they really care who it is they are hurting. It is not like they are going to point me out on the streets and let everyone know that they r***d and tortured me.” I speak up. Anger at the whole situation seeping into my voice.
“NO. You are so f*****g stupid, I swear. It has nothing to do with you or your identity. Why the f**k would I care if anyone recognized you? You are nothing. You are less than nothing.” She seethed at me.
“Then I do not understand. Why go through all that trouble if you do not care about people finding out who I am?” I ask her, more confused than when it all started.
“Must I always explain things to you.” She glared at me.
I did not say anything. I just waited for her to continue to explain wha
