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Waking up, Loretta discovered she was in her previous room. The room that was destroyed before by a shooter.

Loretta pleaded with Fabian to stay the night in that room rather than with him.

She couldn't stand him. After everything with Delia, she was afraid, afraid of him and who he had turned her into—a killer.

She blamed herself for Delia's death, though she knew she was just trying to escape.

She also blamed Fabian. If he hadn't signed that stupid contract with her father, she wouldn't be here, and she blamed her dad for his gambling addiction.

As the morning sun crept into her room, Loretta began to cry. There was no strength to stand from the bed anymore. What hope was out there for her?

She was stuck with an abuser, a murderer, a criminal—a monster, and there was no escape because if she tried it, her father would pay for it.

She couldn't wait for the six months to pass, that is, if she was going to last that long.

Loretta summoned strength, rolled out of her bed, and went to lo