Emily Allen?
A name that hit her hard as a thunderbolt, Charlotte Thompson's forward steps faltered, leaving her standing in her tracks.
The mere two syllables of the name awakened in her the boundless nightmare.
The dark, abandoned warehouse, the repetitive blows landing on her flesh.
"You were quite talkative before, what happened now?"
The tone in Emily Allen's voice was mocking, calling forth yet another slap landing firmly onto Charlotte's cheek.
Accompanying this were her cries, as well as the disdainful laughter of her malicious stepmother, who took pleasure in her misery.
Ryan Richard was there too, gripping her hair as she recoiled, leaving her no choice but to endure their cruel torment in silence.
And he now had the nerve to ask if she remembered Emily Allen?
At that time, it was the most horrific point in her life.
"Emily Allen? I'm not sure who she is."