Part 44

If I had assumed Ezra was cruellest and the most psychotic among the two of them, I was so very wrong.

Roy ascertained to me he was the worst, a hundred times horrible then Ezra.

It's been a few hours that we landed on this tropical Island and Roy isn't the same anymore.

It was as if he was sane and monitored because of Ezra.

He wasn't the same Roy I would run to and beg for my life if Ezra decided to punish me.

I was dropped over the bed when I heard the sound of the door being unlocked as it swung open.

I had already begun crying hearing the footsteps approaching me when I was yanked back by the cuffs over my hands as Roy grabbed the collar around my throat, his colossal hands almost smothering me to death when he knocked my head against the bedpost.

"Roy, don't please" I cried and tried to reason with him when the collar around my neck was compressed formulating it impossible for me to breath.

"What did I tell you?" he raised a question grabbing my jaw, spinning it, my neck almost