35. Prison

Brielle Clarke

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I had been acting all tough but as soon as I was back in my room, I broke down.

I may not have meant it when I said it before but I hated Maxim Vasiliev and his entire existence.

I could not deny my attraction to him. Maybe, it was because he was the first man to give me attention so I fell for him like a fool meanwhile he was only using me.

He did not care about my feelings. He had the nerve to insult me and still tell me he could take me if he wanted to. And calling me his property? Was I an object?

The worst part of it was that I was stuck here. I did not have anywhere else to go. I did not have anyone to talk to. I had two sisters but they never treated me as such. I had a fucked up life and I hated it.

I did not have a family. I did not have any friends. Hell, I didn’t even know the woman who birthed me. My life was a fucking mess.

I didn’t know how long I’d been in bed, but when I finally stood up, the first thing I did was cover up the hickeys he had given