Two days exactly the hours I gave her and she is well, at least looking alive again. Having known that she lost her parents at a tender age and wasn't treated right. From my point of view, I feel she has suffered a lot; why the heck is she now all weak? Seating in my office while I wait for Dee to arrive with the doctor, I watched Amara. The number 3 seems good on her, especially when she is the third female that has come into my to make a difference. Although, it's still early but I know that feeling when it happens. I know something different is going to happen when I haven't been able to kill her or hurt her since without feeling guilty. The room I kept her seem calm for her, the peaceful Orange color she would like. Not sure but I know women that hate pink like orange or Black. At least the camera installed in the room can't be so blank, it decide to show me a sad look girl who had done me no evil. Frankly, she did nothing because the ring she st

AMARA'S POV This has to be a joke, a very expensive joke. Staring at this devil, I tried to smile. Well, it did t come out well because his gaze fixed on me for a while before he cleared his throat. He then moved around, Smiled; definitely not a normal one. From my point of view, I would say it's a smirk but at the same time, it's a smile. "Strip," he said again. This man has to be crazy. Very crazy! He can't just walk in and ask me to strip. How evil can he be? How more evil to kidnap someone amd keep them in a dark room without light for days! I can stay without eating for days but you see light!!! I rather not have it. I need to see the thinnest source to survive. It won't be nice to feel or have disembodied hands touch you all of a sudden. Or voices, you just know the voices sound familiar but you can't wrap your head around them. Slowly, I began to go on my knees as I tried to beg. The pride in me seems like it's threatening to b

Luciano walked a few steps away from Dee toward me then stopped. For the next ten seconds, all he did was stare and stare at me. "Have you ever seen a clone before?" Luciano asked softly. I grinned.Well, I can't tell him no because I have made a mistake already by asking but at the same time, I wanted to be safe. I made sure to be careful about the way he held his gun and moved it around my face as he tried to form something. There was this theory that Italian men also talk with their hands, yep, Luciano is a perfect example. Too obvious that he tried to form his sentences with his hands too. Feeling a bit calm and forgotten about the gun roaming in from of me, I smiled. "Can you please get the gun away from my face?" I asked politely. Luciano smiled. He nodded, making me believe he really isn't mad as he moved the gun off my face. I smiled too, hoping I had made my way out until the table turned to Luciano pointing the gun at Dee. Well, I rem

It's not as hard as before, maybe Luciano is my spirit animal after all. With less effort, I climbed up the pole. Spinning and raising my legs, I tried not to puke. The other lady seems less present these days, all she does is teach me for an hour and leave me to stress my life out for another four. I even made sure I put a smile on my face as I imagined myself as a professional pole dancer. Or stripper. Should I call myself a stripper? I have no idea. The fact that I didn't even think if Luciano would want to use me for another evil made me calm. The less I think, the less I worry. Hopefully, I would grow to get used to him and get free. If he does not free me, I would escape. I would expose his evil works and make sure no other women get into his try. Hopefully, but won't be as lame as girls or women talking about their survival stories. Mind you, I said some not all. The ones that really got trafficked, kidnapped, used, abused, and lost their

I wasn't sure if I was the one that said that or Dee but his gaze on me seem different. Well, I will just assume that he said that but frankly, I didn't sign up for this. Wait a minute, I didn't even get to read the file before I signed it, making me feel like I have made a very terrible mistake. Well, isn't my life filled with mistakes? Frankly, I wonder if my birth too was a mistake. "What are you doing, Luciano!" Dee whispered harshly "Why is she here?" Should I be the one to answer him? Should I tell him that I was snooping around and got caught? Nah! Let them deal with it. While I watched them talk more about why she why I should not be there, I stared at the man bleeding. I gagged as the strong smell of blood fill my nose. Mere looking at the man's face, I am sure he definitely can not see because his eyes were swollen and colored. His lips too seem bigger than what he was supposed to have and his breath was uneven and loud. His head keeps moving