Sarah's POV

Just a few hours in this shithold felt like hell. I was not given a warm welcome. And I came here like I was kidnapped. I kept screaming for him to let me out of here, but whenever he came, I found it hard to utter a word.

Obviously, I was scared because a slap from him had just left a scar on my face, and I was not ready to incur his wrath. The door was pushed opened and I curled myself again on the ground with my back against the wall.

“You need to be thought a lesson” ...