my bags were already packed and I was ready to leave the prison a Samuel put me into, I was ready to finally breath, I internally laughed because I was hardly married six months but I was already miserable, how long did the expects say a honeymoon phase last a year they were damn wrong because being married to Samuel mine lasted three fucken days, I thought as I stirred the bowl of fruits in front of me
It was the same thing everyday, a bowl of fruit and Orange juice, not Apple not even a fucken mango, an orange juice like their master instructed, I felt like a prisoner in this castle and I was happy to be leaving although they say for two weeks in my heart I knew this will be the last time, they saw me, and it hurt because it meant the last to see my dear mother, brother and my best fri
