Chapter 20

*Lucia*

I didn't want to die. At least not yet. This would be an unjust death. I wanted to at least pay them back. I wanted to pay all those who hurt me back. Who told them they could hurt me and go Scot-free? I tried to lose the rope I was tied with at the back. When his hand rested on my left breast, I felt disgusted. And it was worse when his breath fell on my skin.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see the other guy trying to light up the lamp or something. Once the lamb clicked with the gallon. My chest tightened, I feared for my life. No matter how bold I was, no one was above the fear of death. I had to act and act fast.

I spat on his eyes when he brought his face closer. It covered his vision for a moment. I guess that was the only resort I had now that my hands were tied. He moved back to wipe his face with the back of his hands. Before he could recover, my eyes wandered around the room. It wasn't easy to see across the room because of the dim light.

"You little bitch" he y