Ninety Seven

NATALIA’S POV

I can’t deal with this. I just can’t deal with this never ending circle of conflict I am gallivanting around. The fact that I have been kidnapped, hold captives for days and subjected to torture should be more than enough trouble to deal with already. I need time to heal, to get back to being myself.

And then I have three overgrown adult behaving like toddlers that are not given the amount of attention they craved to deal with. What set me off even more is the fact that they never stop for once to consider what I have been through and give me time to heal, to stay away from me until I regain every final bit of strength I lost. Instead, they are here trying to drain the remaining strength.

For how long do I have to do this? For how long? And to think that one of them was the father of my kid. I scowled inwardly at that. I am just tired. Tired of constantly being a pawn in their games, toasting and turning me between their claws for their own pleasure and getting me hurt a