Silent Torture
Chapter 70: Silent Torture White walls, white ceiling and people with white costumes. Smell of unscented aircon, seems a smell of painful torture. Malabo ang lahat habang may nakahawak sa buong katawan ko. Nakita ko na lamang ang sarili kong balot ng puting tela, hindi nakaratay kung hindi nakagapos para hindi ko magamit ang kamay ko. Dito na naman, lagi na lang dito ang bagsak ko, hindi ako baliw. Hindi lang nila ako maintindihan. Mataas ang araw, nakatingin lamang ako sa labas ng bintan na may rehas. Funny isn't it, I am the richest woman in the country. Instead of leaving in luxurious house, look, I'm in a room that has nothing but a bed, a door and a window. Unpainted gray floor and the rest were white. I am even wearing white. I thought white represents goodness, purity and r
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