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Camille:

I tossed and turned angrily on my bed for a few minutes after entering my room. I groaned, realizing this was exactly what he wanted. I would never let him succeed in making me feel this way. I was in charge of my own destiny, not some plaything in Daniel’s game.

I decided to relax, in the best way I knew how, by resting my back on the headrest of my bed and reading an erotica, while chewing chips out of a bag I had purchased at the store that morning.

However, I soon lost appetite and found myself rereading the same sentences over and over again without being able to understand them.

Sighing, I dropped the book and lay down completely on the bed. I hated being sick. It made me feel so useless, like I felt now. What angered me the most was the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about the person who was indirectly responsible for my sickness. I hated him so much.

I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on my door and I yawned, stretching and wondering when I h