Capítulo 180: | Strong Enough

𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 

The men led me out of the garage and through the house. The bedroom was swept and cleared within two minutes, and once they closed the door, locking me in, I finally took a breath. Everything felt hazy, surreal. Like I was caught in some fucking movie, watching from the outside. The silence that ensued was deafening. I couldn't even hear my heartbeat anymore. Maybe it was because I didn't have a heart. Who would kill someone and feel…nothing?

Lifting my hands, I stared at the bloodstains on my skin. There was dry blood beneath my fingernails, and when I turned around, still staring at my hands, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror.

I stilled. The purple dress I wore was stained dark with blood, dried smears still on my cheek and forehead. I touched the tips of my braided hair. It was wet. It was blood. Dear God, it looked like I had been to the slaughterhouse, and I was the fucking butcher.