Rina

RINA

I barged into the theater and went straight for a seat. Dropping on it, I rested my head on the desk, allowing for the tears to leave my eyes.

I did not care anymore. I didn't care whether someone heard me or was here, watching me wail like a weakling. Why would any of those matter when I was forever stuck in limbo? In hell.

After a while, I stopped sobbing, only for me to kick off again. I had tried, all I could, to block out the images of yesterday. But there was no achieving such. I would always see the lust-filled eyes of Piccolo Maestro. I would always see it stare at me, ogling me like I was a sex tool.

What even made this whole thing worse was the elusiveness of help. Nobody could come to my rescue. Not even Mammà who would die to see me live. She couldn't make as much as a sound because she didn't know about any of this. She couldn't save me.

That cursed idiot. That damned psychopath. What would he do next? Rape me? Manhandle me the way he'd done Sophia?

I steadied