50. Two to tango

CAMILLA

I curled myself like a ball in my room, pondering over on the inhumane treatment I had been receiving ever since I stepped feet into this goddamn mansion.

Honestly there comes a time in life where the pain gets accustomed to your skin. It sinks into you and you begin to see it as something normal.

When you have undergone extreme torture and torment to the extent that you get robbed of that beautiful ability to cry, you are left with nothing but a hollow soul.

Your entire body breaks down and the once bright silver lining you saw above your ill fated fate gradually grows dim.

I have been treated like a slave and and an animal, used like a toy and tossed away, defiled and cheated on yet I am still alive.

It amuses me some times when I get to ponder over it?

Life is a bitch.

No, I should correct that.

My life is a bitch.

Tessa's arrival into this house will do me more harm than good--if there was even going to be a good thing about the situation.

Just yesterday she arri