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CHARLES'S POINT OF VIEW The right to act, speak or think as people want without hindrance or restraint is what pushes people to ensure respect. It's also a state of mind called freedom. It's the absence of any pressure from the social, political and religious environment in which a normal person lives, but freedom is different on my level. It is when you have the power to dictate! Freedom. This is an illusion I offered Baby to have, but like any normal peasant, they can never be content with just that. She had to go to the other room and get tempted. I meant every word when I said I wanted her to win, because my obsession with her had become one of my weaknesses, but as the clock approached midnight and I saw how she would succeed, it just convinced me that I wanted her to be in my life forever. Seeing her pure determination was true entertainment. I was very sure that I would lose in this game, the minute she disabled my little insect babies, but the game changed the minute sh
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BABY The notion that I am being watched has fully taken over my mind, driving me insane. This is much worse than being in Charles's clutches; I'm constantly afraid that Charles or his men will come for me. The pressure is never-ending.I can't sleep. I can't eat properly. I stay in the tub and stare blankly on the wall.If not on the wall I stare most of the time at the Nanogex IV bag, just sitting on top of an old table with no chairs that came with the house. The hospital nurse had this in a bag for me before I left. I was informed that I was clutching it tight when someone found me. I close my eyes and pray for a single tear. "Come on, cry, get it out," I yell at myself. I can't even weep, despite my best efforts; not a single tear has fallen from my eyes. I'm not sure what's going on with me, but the way I'm acting is clearly a condition of shock, or am I suffering from some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder? Whatever the case may be, it must be managed. It's something I'
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This chapter is dedicated to everyone who has a loved one battling cancer and is fighting courageously!BABY'S POINT OF VIEW "How are you planning to be an alcoholic when you don't even have a bottle opener?" Astor says, mocking me from the back, looking at all the wine bottles I just bought while rummaging through the random things I put in the cart. Astor notices how tense I've grown as I drive. He tried to lighten the mood by talking to me, mentioning all the favorite food I like buying. I simply giggle at his pranks and recall how much easier things were when I was still under his supervision. I wish I could be that innocent young lady again. It fascinates me that he could well be the same guy despite such gruesome torture. The drive had already been more than an hour, and I'm always on the lookout if there's any vehicle following us. I finally dared to ask about aunt Madonna's condition expecting a not-so-favorable response. Astor was suddenly silent. It took him a good m
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BABY'S POINT OF VIEWAstor dragged my body out of the bushes like a bag of potatoes. You could hear muffled cries coming from me as I attempted to get Astor to remove the tape that covered half of the bottom of my face.I try to kick and shatter as many smaller tree trunks and plants as possible in order to have tracks.After about a half-hour, I started to feel agony in my belly as it dug into his shoulders. Astor didn't stop, but instead dragged me all the way to another little footpath leading to the main road. I made sure my shirt gets snag in one of the branches leaving a piece of cloth.Astor had another medium size car, which he had positioned and well disguised near to a large tree for further protection. He seated me in the front seat and instructed me to fasten my seat belt as he made his way to the driver seat."If you promise to remain quiet, I will remove the tape; but, if you continue to make noise, I will replace it with a fresh one right away. You can bet I would do i
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BABY'S POINT OF VIEWStress and mental tiredness have depleted the adrenaline that my body has released. My body has been entirely overtaken by tremendous fatigue. The paddling in the cold water really took a toll on my body eating up my energy.Exhaustion. Is the last thing I didn't want to happen right now, as I drive rapidly, my lids are suddenly closing on their own.I almost crashed the car, I have no choice but to pull over to the side of the road and take a proper snooze. I changed into a new shirt as I'm feeling cold and put an alarm on the watch I took from Astor.But I knew that once I had enough energy, my body would naturally wake me up. As I was trying to set the alarm with his heavy watch.A little laser shot out of it, piercing the passenger seat all the way through the vehicle door. I'll be able to use this to trim back tiny shrubs for easier access. I made a point of wearing it again and locking the dial so that there would be no more mishaps.When I awakened from my
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BABY'S POINT OF VIEW It's official, I have completely lost my mind along with my voice. I don't know how long I've been awake, but my throat is on fire. When I tried to say Charles's name, no sound ever came out. My hands are bound to a link that's attached to a collar on my neck that's also bound to the wall. All of my movements are limited. The room in which I'm imprisoned is very small, with padded and blue-colored walls. It has a high ceiling but it's very suffocating for my current state of mind. My aunt was shot dead and there was no one to blame but me. I should have fought harder for her to come with us. My blood is full of hatred. I wanted to inflict so much harm on Charles. All I could think about was putting an end to this agony, and the only way to do so, is to avenge my aunt's untimely death. I plan to do my best to keep my emotions under control. This is the biggest mistake I've made time and again: acting on my emotions rather than using my brain. I laid flat on t
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BABY My heart raises as the pain of loosing the person I wanted to protect comes back to me. Peter's friendly manner gives me mockery of failing to protect the one person I cherish the most. I clenched my fist under the table, I feel it shaking real bad. "I knew you would look better in blonde." Brenda says while she gets up. "I will mess you up soon darling Baby." She says letting out a chuckle, bowing a little to Peter and walks away. I look at her in disgust hearing her creepy remarks, I decided not to saying anything, engaging will only provoke her to stay longer. "Still quiet are we?" Peter sits back on his chair and sips on his coffee. "Please eat." His tone was commanding. I looked at the table and I didn't see any knives as everything is pre-cut. Even the forks are tiny however my will to kill him grows every second. I can break the coffee cup and slit his throat with one of the pieces. A tall blonde server interrupted my train of thinking by appearing out of nowhere and b
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CHARLES'S POINT OF VIEW The Belle sister, as I've come to know that alias. Now it's only a matter of time before Baby's sister will come for her. I need to find her first before she can take my girl away from me. My idiot brother is so desperate that he will hire anyone without conducting his own background checks in order to get ahead. How the hell did Peter not know that these retrievers were under Madonna? Killing Madonna will create a fresh tempest; she is successful not just because of her skills, but also because of the lowlifes she has aided throughout her miserable life. This needs a load of planning for advance damage control before the word gets out she's been murdered. I swiped a command to activate a team and begin silencing anyone associated with Madonna. A true headache Madonna was, once she had crossed. I looked at her corpse, laying on a metal bed, ready for cremation. As soon as I walked away, I could hear them locking her body up to be turned into ashes. I'm sure
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