I didn't know what to do about this horrifying situation. There were so many questions in my mind but I can't tell this to anyone. This was not something one can share. I could just hope that this marks will go away. How can he scar my body? Was he mad or what? I was suddenly very pissed. We needed to talk about this. This, to me was not acceptable. I was not some prop for his stupid experiments. Tying the robe around me, I quickly dried my hairs with the dryer and then decide to head downstairs and talk to Tristan.
But I was on the top of the stairs when I halted, distracted by the voices coming from downstairs. Leaning over, I saw a young guy standing with his arms folded across his chest talking loudly to Tristan. He was striking, not much younger than me with dark hairs and grey eyes
