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Mica was standing quietly in front of the window, not doing anything in particular.

Her head was heavy and couldn't even think of anything else. 

In a few hours from now, her sister was going to be killed. She was going to be wasted. 

Oh! If only she had known, if only she had foreseen such act, they wouldn't had left the building in the first place. Or when the men had attacked them by the roadside, she'd have fought harder. Why didn't she give it her best, huh? Why?

She shook her head painfully.

This was all their father's fault. If he hadn't been such a worthless father to sell his own daughter out in the first place, none of this would've happened.

Octavia prolly wouldn't be here and being in such a mess. It was just too dangerous for her.

Oh! How much she hated him and wished to punch him in the face If she ev