THIRTY EIGHT

THIRTY EIGHT

CATHERINA

It is official, I am going to die and nobody will know where I fucking am, I thought as I took deep breaths.

I was strung to a dungeon wall and tied up like a fucking criminal by a mad man and all because of what?

I continued taking deep breaths with my eyes closed, trying not to think about the man who was in the dungeon with me; the idiota that had murdered my brother and father.

He did not look better off himself but I wondered why he wasn’t dead, butchered and buried like all the men that had tried to harm me since the arrival of Andres.

The air was putrid and definitely housed the odor of a dozen urines from a dozen dying men and the hijo bastardo had locked me in here like he would all he wanted dead.

The door to the dungeon creaked open and I sighed in relief, jumping to my feet as an old woman strutted in. She had a gun in her hand which I could tell was loaded with the way she handled it; she advanced towards me and I shied back against the wall, wonder