Chapter 133
[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
I had to curl into a ball to keep myself warm.
This savage coldness was deceiving me. Every thirty minutes, Olivia’s minions went inside my isolated prison cell to splash me with water, making the situation even worse for me.
I didn’t know how long they were going to do this. I didn’t know how long I could tolerate what Olivia was doing to me. But if I ever heard her say anything about my children, I would never think twice about tearing her head away from her pretty little neck. I would make sure her head would roll down in front of her bastard dad.
Every muscle in my body trembled with ache. I stuck my tongue to the roof of my mouth, worried that I might bite it as my teeth gnashed and my jaws trembled at the cold. I pressed both my hands against my chest, between my breasts, to shield the tips of my fingers from any potential frostbite. I couldn’t lose a hand. I need them to rip Olivia’s eyes out and make her scream for mercy as I torture her and make her pay for what she did to me.
Another thirty minutes and I braced myself from the stinging pain of the freezing water splashing on my already burning skin. I held my breath and closed my eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to come, but all I heard was a scream and the banging sound of the metal pail dropping loudly on the cement floor.
I looked up with a trembling face and half-closed eyes. The image was blurry, and there were only silhouettes I could see. A body was lying face down on the floor, while there was a giant silhouette of a man standing on top of the unconscious body. My first instinct was to push myself against the wall and defend myself from whatever the man would do to me. But I was so exhausted I could barely move a muscle. It was as if my joints were locked into place, and it was excruciating to move even an inch from where I was lying.
“What—” I whispered in fear as I kicked my feet in a hopeless, desperate move to get away.
“Samantha! Samantha, it’s me!”
I didn’t know if I was just hallucinating, but the voice was so familiar to me—the voice of a man whom I would never expect to hear in a place like this.