Part 52

Arina's POV

When I woke up I was clueless to where I was. I tried to stand up quickly but couldn't as I realised I had a handcuff with a big tattooed big hand joined with it. And I started struggling to get out of it. I pulled and pulled but it didn't help.

I remembered every single memory from my childhood and most importantly the memories related to my foster mother. I guess as he said that drug makes me experience the memories which makes me most scared and that was those memories and I remembered them. My foster mother was actually a part of Russia Mafia. Yes.... I know now why I remembered her speaking English but in Russian accent. She was forcefully brought there by Russian Mafia to work.

She abused me for my whole childhood and she used to say things like....

"you killed your own mother... You bitch"

'Your mother left you... Even she didn't want you... now I will have my fun with you'

'This fucking Mafia ruined me and I will take my revenge with you'

'This feels so good to hu