Walking to my room, I slammed the door and yelled in my brain.
As much as I want to scream out loud, I know I'll attract more attention. I answered questions, and this animal will not bully me from within.
You better f*****g quit manipulating me! I'm not your servant, and I don't want your sympathy; I detest that this is who I'll have to deal with for the rest of my life.
She huffed and hissed at me.
'If you pass the trails, you get to keep us both alive, and I don't know about you, but I want to live for more than a half-year.'
I spoke with her as I walked to retrieve my clothes, take a quick shower, and then strip.
Half a year?
'Yeah, one damn half; the last one didn't make it because he wanted to end his lover's affair.'
Why would someone consider that so important? Who was the
