Angel's POV
"Change into this dress." He threw a dress on my head.
"And if I don't?"
He waves the penknife in my face which happens to be mine. He stole when he kidn*pped me. "I'll cut you so badly. Do you want surgery or will you shut up and get dressed for daddy?"
He continues,"Twelve minutes. Go in that bathroom, shower and change into that dress. I promise you if you think of escaping, the only place you'll escape into is the afterlife, and be joined with your useless parents."
A few hours ago Simon unlocked my feet and applied first aid to the blistering injuries and a few gashes. My stomach grumbled in violent protest. I dragged my feet to the bathroom and stared at my face in the mirror. A tear runs down my right cheek. Dark circles around my eyes, brittle lips, my
