11- Imprisonment

A month later-

The dull air in the big spacious kitchen matched with the dullness in my eyes as my hands slowly scrubbed the plate, my muscles sore and so exhausted that such a simple task feels like pushing a huge rock.

Nikona has not once stop his torture on me nor did he let me see my parents.As much as it is heart wrenching, an afraid part of me was relieved because facing them after being the reason behind their daughter's death was too much of a deal for my already shattered soul.I don't think I could ever look them in the eye.

Sighing heavily, I placed the plate on the rack.

A spooky crunch crippled through the dull silence of the kitchen.I flinched at the sound, my arms instinctively rose to cover my face.A moment passed then another, I straightened myself and quietly dragged my feet towards the door before peeking in the living room.

Nikona stood in the corridor with his back facing me, a smartphone in his hand as he aggressively typed on the screen.My eyes moved to the giant