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Chapter 8

~CIARA'S POV~

I looked at the bandages wrapped around my wrists and thighs. Frustration sat in the pit of my stomach and my hands turned to fists.

It has been a week since my first suicide attempt and every night as I'm about to escape this cruel world someone crawls into my cell like the coward they are and treats my injuries.

But it wasn't just my wounds they took care of. The culprit also took it upon himself to clean my cell, leave me food, and change me into fresh clothes and underwear.

Disgusted that a total stranger had seen me in a vulnerable state, I moved in every position possible trying to scratch my skin against the floor in hopes that their vile touch would leave the surface of my skin. It was pointless. Because the only part of my body that touched the floor was my feet.

I wasn't moved by this. I wasn't moved by the sheer possibility that there might be someone who cared for me in this wicked world.
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Ginger
He needs to just kill Ava and be done with it.
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