Olivia's Point of view
I opened my eyes and looked around as I felt harsh slaps on my cheek’s. “ the madam says wake up and feed your i***t child . The little b***h is making too much noise,” a growl ripped through my diaphragm and harshly out my lips as I tried to launch at the rogue who had the guts and audacity to speak like that about my child . The chains on my hands made it had to move and dug at my wrists the more I tried to attack the i***t which was the only reason he was still alive . My hands were tied up but my legs weren’t so I made sure to kick the i***t and leave a mark but stopped when I heard my baby crying. I looked around for her and saw her on a small dirty wine barrel. A slap rang through the air and pain flared up my cheeks Instantaneously. “ I am no longer going to
