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