39: Who was she?

I held my breath until both men had exited the room. It was only when I heard the front door open and close that I finally exhaled. My actions were bound to result in some form of violence and bloodshed, much like a distant memory I tried to push away. I couldn't change the past or do anything for my beloved sister.

But I was determined not to make the same mistakes again.

I resolved to follow Victor's orders and abide by his rules. I would even learn to accept them. No, he wouldn't break me using any means. I had come too far in my life. There was one condition, though. If my father had lied to me, I would cut off all contact with him.

Only if you survive...

I stood up and paced the floor, waiting for screams or the sound of a gunshot. But there was nothing of the sort.

Until five minutes later, when the door opened and a lone man walked in. I recoiled, fearful of what Victor would say or do.

He entered just as quietly as he had left, retrieved his drink, and made his way to the