Chapter Twelve — I am a killer.Ivanna's POV"Thank you, Jenny," I said, feeling slightly emotional. "Can you help me up?""Okay." She held my arms and I slowly sat up. She sat beside me and we chatted for a while. We were enjoying each other's presence but the fun was short-lived. Because soon, we got interrupted by a bunch of nuisances."The dead one has finally risen," Mary walked in, alongside Lily. "How did it feel being amongst the dead, killer? Did you meet Luna Eleanor? Did she chop off that hand you used in poisoning her drink?"I've said it before and I'll say it again — these girls are unimaginably cruel. They say the meanest things. My God!"Can you stop mocking her?" Jenny howled, standing on her feet. "Stop taunting her. What the heck! Leave her alone.""What do you know about her, new girl?" Mary asked, hitting her chest. "And how the hell do you not know your place? Who gave you the right to talk back to me?”"I'm her friend," Jenny retorted fiercely. "And I won’t sit

Chapter Fourteen— Brutal denialIvanna’s POVI stood there helplessly, watching them drag Jenny away. Tears fell from my eyes at a mad pace and a severe aching ran through the walls of my heart.Surely, there were different levels to feeling shitty. This had to be the peak of it all. I felt like dying. I badly wanted the earth to crack open and take me.Because what the fuck? How could I be so useless and watch them take Jenny away? How couldn't I stop that from happening?After all, this was all my fault. She got into this messy fight with Mary because she was defending me.If she hadn't chosen to be my friend, if she hadn't defended me, if she had stayed away from me like everyone else, then this wouldn't have happened.It would be unfair and foolish of me to let Jenny suffer any longer in the cruel hands of Mary.I knew Mary too well. There was no stopping her, and she also had Luna's backing, which meant she could do anything to Jenny and not get questioned for it.I had to do som

Chapter Sixteen— Lick my feet.Ivanna’s POVMinutes later, I was panting from his aggressive thrusts and brutal gripping of my hair.I should be used to them by now, but God, they still hurt. A little more each time he did it.After fucking me and finally pulling out, he let me go and I collapsed on the floor panting. Beads of sweat covered my aching body but I knew better than asking if I could take a bath again. He would never allow that."Good job, mate," he said in a cocky tone, putting on his clothes. "Fucking get dressed. Or do you need my help for that?""No." I picked up my rag-like clothes and put them on. "Can we go now?" I inquired politely."Go where?" he questioned, sitting on the edge of the bed with a smirk. "I don’t understand.""To save Jenny," I replied. Why was he playing dumb? He couldn't be trying to go back on his promise, could he?"Who's Jenny? I've never heard of such a tacky name. Is she your pet, perhaps?" He gave a hoarse chuckle. He was clearly making fun

 Chapter Eighteen– Anna’s lies Ivanna’s POV. Weeks went by and Jenny and I grew closer. Living here didn't feel like hell anymore, thanks to her. We spent all our time together, and the only time we were apart was whenever I had to go see Rocco. It was another busy day in the Packhouse. Jenny and I had a lot of clothes to wash and we were on it when Mary walked up to us.  "You girls seem to be having the best time of your life," she sneered. As if that was true.  Ever since Jenny disobeyed her, she had been giving us piles of clothes to wash. We almost did all the work around here and Lily wouldn't stop throwing eye daggers at us either. They were both still pained by Jenny's incident and I doubt they would ever move on from that. "It seems the work assigned to you isn't big enough. That's why you both still have the time to c

Chapter Twenty — What are you talking about?Ivanna's POV"What are you talking about?" She moved backwards. Like she was terrified. And her fingers were trembling. She sat on the bed and almost at the same time she stood and was pacing. Even her voice was barely audible. "You killed her, June," I repeated, slightly puzzled by her chaotic reaction. "You were there when she died. Who knows what you fed her before I came in.""I didn't kill her. I couldn't have. I'm not a fucking killer!" She shrieked, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking it.What the hell was going on with her? I hadn't expected such a reaction from her. She seemed so coordinated and bold earlier. How did she become so disturbed over a question?Was she really the killer? Nah, she couldn't be. Maybe she was still terrified of that day. Maybe her weird reaction was a traumatic response. But her eyes…they glowed. Like she was hiding something.Should I threaten her more? It could make her snap and she would spill