20

KATHERINE

My hands fisted around the gate of the dungeon, my knuckles turning pale white.

Adrenaline fueled my blood pressure, my muscles tensed with every amount of pressure I used at slamming my fists against the walls. I refuse to believe I was in here, placed under control for a crime I didn't commit.

When I heard his footsteps and saw me stop before me alongside his guards, my dream came through.

“If you think I stole your jacket then let this suffering continue. But you should know you can't just go out of your way accusing me when you were the one who torn my lingerie rendering me helpless. I had to then take your darn jacket—” I spat out in fury and my head slashed to the side as a thunderous slap hit my cheek.

I looked his way and he leaned his head back, enjoying the show. I nodded putting on a grin and unlike his expectations, I continued, my anger fueled.

“...As a replica of my clothes but now I realized I made a big mistake and if only I knew I should have resolved in