Chapter 63

"I couldn't believe Ethan's cruelty," I thought to myself, reeling from the revelation. "How could I have been so blind, sleeping with the devil himself?"

After Wayne finished showing me the atrocities Ethan had committed, he left me alone with my thoughts - a form of torture in itself. As I sat there, the weight of the suffering Ethan had inflicted on others because of me crushed me. Ian and William were in his torture chambers because of me.

Just as I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, Gloria's voice pierced the air, her excitement palpable. "Time's up," she said, as they re-entered the room. I turned to face them, my heart racing, and saw that they were all armed with torture tools, ready to end my life. Gloria held out her knife, Alfred clutched a plastic bag, and Wayne grasped an axe.

"This is going to be fun," Gloria said, moving closer to me, as my heart raced almost falling out of my chest.

I had learned to stop struggling to escape after hours of failed attempts.

"Please