61. The worst has passed?

Stella's POV...

I felt like the walls of the room which I was in vibrating due to loud noise. Feeling like my head was being hammered, I raised my head from the pillow while my ear drums hit with the distant screaming. I looked around in the room, it was the same old Max Stokes room containing his cologne. 

Uh, wait! I quickly gave a hurried look to my wrists and ankles as the memories of myself being tied in the chair flashed in my mind. My heart throbbed loudly and eyes blurred with tears. The slow burning recollection from that day came back bit by bit. 

He was there, sitting with his sister while her man asked me questions and gave me shock waves. I wondered if he would stand up and free me from that chair, shower punches over the face of that guy and take me away with him. He instead chose to be a silent spectator while I was being tortured! He... Did nothing. 

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