Four hours passed with Angie alone in the cold dungeon. She laid on the floor and was barely moving, her face was pale with. She was freezing. She looked like a shadow of herself.
She wanted to die so badly but death was nowhere near her. With each passing second, it got worse.
Soon enough, she heard bold footsteps and she stirred. When she turned her face to the sides, she looked at the shoes first then up to who it was.
It was the mistress.
Angie's hand moved on impulse. When she breathed, she breathed ice. Her breath was very painful.
Zariel saw her struggle and it only brought smiles to her face. It has always been what she wanted.
Seeing the happiness in Zariel's face, Angie couldn't help but shed tears. She knows the mistress hates her but she never knew it was up to this exten
