ISLA
“ Punished.”
Bad girls needed to be punished.
That was the ultimate rule, this means that they had found something and I couldn't help but be bothered about what they had found.
Where had they found it?
It was almost like they read my mind, the blonde mother got up from the chair. She walked to the drawer by the side, it had keys on it as she typed it with a solemn look on her face. The drawer shot up and revealed something in a polythene bag.
My heart went cold with worry.
What the hell was that? She turned to us and let out a cold smile, she didn't pick the polythene bag out almost immediately instead she threw the words out, “ Do you want to confess?”
I went stiff.
Was this second chance or a gate to hell? I couldn't think which it was so I decided not to, I was mute
