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Chapter 9: Questions

Author: Beth P. Monasterio
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

CHIARA P.O.V.

Several days have passed since I woke up in this room, and the routine has become predictable. Especially when it comes to Wolfgang. While acting like I'm asleep, I watch my kidnapper's movements every day and have recorded them in my memory, after all, I had nothing better to do. He comes into the room to change clothes or take a shower at night, but then he disappears and I don't see him again until the next night.

I wonder if Wolfgang resents not sleeping in his room, or why he hasn't tried to torment me with his threats to torture me. And most of all, I wonder how long I'll spend in this room before he sends me back to the other room, where he told me my hell would begin.

Meanwhile, I've been feeling confused. Although I still don't feel safe around Wolfgang or in his house, I have noticed that I don't feel as depressed as when I arrived. Maybe I feel that way because Magda has been taking care of me. A nurse helps me bathe and change my clothes, and a psychologist h
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