Chapter 93

Becca's POV

I sighed, indignant. I didn't know why the hell I bothered to ask a question, if the man always found a way to leave me in the dark and terrified. He had fun with that, it was a way to remind me all the time that my life was already ruined, inside or outside, it didn't matter. I would not forget him, everyone else, and would still have to deal with the feeling of impunity for never having a way to recognize their faces.

"What do you think so much about? "He asked, tilting his head lightly. "I get annoyed when you start to wander so much, it's not kind at all.”

"Do you please wait? “I asked in a mocking tone. "I am locked up with strangers, who tortured me to arrest something that was no need, and now I know that I will never get rid of it. That I will never be free or dead. How can I be kind in some way? I'm tired of it.”

“Do you prefer that I kill her? "He suggested, pouting.

I rolled my eyes.

"I prefer you to just forget that I exist