I killed him. At last.
The walls of my room echo with my loud groan. So, I'm reduced to a girl who lies bound to her bed by handcuffs, with only her phone to act as her source of entertainment – playing games meant for teenage kids. I hate games, but Tiana loves them. She beats me at every one of them, and maybe that is why I hate them so much. But today, I find solace in it.
Helena told me she had already bathed me while I was unconscious, so I have no reason to leave my bed. She also spoon-fed me my breakfast, which I found completely annoying and frustrating. "What if I want to pee?"
"Ring the bell, and Butcher will come to take the cuffs off, and then return them after you're done. No funny movements," she warned, pointing the spoon at me. They really did me dirty. Now I'm stuck.
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