This was it. Alpha Brock would finally put an end to my misery today.
I turned eighteen a few weeks ago, though I was surprised he didn‘t jump to put me down that very day.
Death was the least of my fears, no, my biggest was being put up for auction and being sold to the butcher.
Vile man, despicable. I shudder at the thought and s**k in a deep breath, trying to slow my racing heart. I would kill myself before I ever let myself be placed in his hands.
Doyle would not have me, no he would not be allowed to violate me further, and I knew Ivy would understand.
She knew the pain he caused me, though we never spoke of it.
Yet even she knew what he did.
If only she hadn‘t climbed on that chair next to me, the rope would have held my weight and my misery would have ended that fateful day.
Although the very thought of leaving Ivy with the headmistress, Mrs. Daley, made bile rise up my throat.
Wicked old b***h, I couldn’t stand her. Especially after what she just did to us.
My back stung, but I knew the markings that lashed my skin was nothing compared to the whipping Ivy just got.
All because she gave us too many chores, more than usual king was visiting today.
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