The Anger and The Shouting

Renata was in deep sleep not aware of what was happening near her. Vicktor was talking about her, telling Michelangelo things that she herself had no idea about. The fumes were slowly leaving her system. She could swear she heard Michelangelo shouting. But why would she hear him shouting? She was nowhere near him. She was in her building away from him, or was she?

Her ears heard a familiar voice. Was Vicktor there too? If Vicktor was there, it was clear that she was with her new family, girls, and men, whom she trusted. But there was a mole amongst them. Someone was telling about her to Michelangelo.

“You can right your wrong,” said Vicktor and knelt down before Michelangelo.

“What are you doing?” shouted Michelangelo. Renata furrowed her eyebrows at the sound. She tried opening her eyes but she was under a faint spell of the fumes that Michelangelo spread in his living room.

“You have to help her. I will do anything you ask for,” said Vicktor. His words gave a shock to Renata. What d