Ottilyn's P.O.V.
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"Otti," Gianna said gently. "Can we talk?"
Holy sh.it, is this really happening?
Wait, I wanted this to happen. Right?
"Uhm..." I mumbled, unsure of how to respond.
I do want to talk. I mean, I thought about talking. I just... Honestly, I've been a bit scared.
The last time I was around Rachel and Gianna, they were force-feeding me shots, drawing all over my skin, and ripping my clothes. They tied me up for f***k's sake. Of course, I'd be scared.
At least that night is something that I know Pierce didn't orchestrate. He was the one that found us after all, and I remember how angry he was. I just... don't really remember anything after that.
"We promise we don't want to hurt you or yell at you. "Nothing like tha
