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We are back to Cara's POV

I am never going to win this war, that should have been clear from the start. The Nickel won a long time ago. Quinn should been the one tied on such a chair, by me. I am the one that should be torturing him, not the other way round. I am bearing all his sins. Just like how my father went to jail because of his father's wrongs, and he died because of him.

Peter emerges from a small opening that leads to unknown secret place. He is talking on the phone.

"You underestimated your importance to Quinn." Peter says after he ends the call.

I roll my eyes with little interest.

"Lucky me." I say sarcastically. I am surprised he is actually going to save me. For a second, I imagine he is going to come and join Peter in torturing me. I shake the thought away, it is his fault am here.

"You are quite the snack." He threads filthy hands onto my hair. I am both terrified and disgusted by his touch and closeness. He moves further to caress my cheek, his thick coarse thumb rou