Chapter 12

"There would be someone who would break those shackles to free you from your miseries."

I ranted those words for two days when Martha told me so. She was taking care of my newly opened wounds after David's departure. Every time she used to come here in my room, I used to be found lying in a fetal position on the floor. One day I woke up hearing a loud shriek. Tiptoeing I came out of my room though I was banned from coming out from my luxurious cage. The sound was loud and I found similarities with Martha's tone. With my wobbling legs, I reached the stairs to peep down. My blood froze once my vision stabilized on the situation as my brain interpreted the matter. Martha's wrist was cut and she was crying beyond imagination. He was laughing looking at her blood and tears. I