Alandra
I thrashed with all my might, trying to get to Mary. She came for me. She came to save me. Everything I held against her, at that moment, I had let it go. She raised me and gave me a good life. What she did could not be undone. But she still did the best to raise me and I never once was unhappy with her.
I had waited for what seemed like a lifetime for someone to save me. At first, I fought back. I did whatever I could when I could to inflict them pain. In return, they amped up the torture. Between the cuts and stabs and beatings, Thomas always found time to tell me about my parents.
He always found time to tell me a story about him being around them and getting close to them. He always talked about how he thought they were either stupid or gullible but either o
