CHAPTER 80 He Will Have No Choice

　　Ella's POV

　　"Why is she naked on the ice-cold floor? She's almost blue, god damned!"

　　His voice kept shouting, filling the little cell, exploding in my aching head. But I could not move, not even try to see in his direction. Whatever happened, whatever dream that was, it took everything I had left. Even breathing became such a heavy task that I struggled to draw each breath. But it is Marcus. I'm sure, and a glimmer of hope flashed through my dizzy mind as I felt a warm blanket wrapped around my shaking, cold body.

　　"Hannah! What the hell is this?"

　　"Don't yell at me! What does it matter? She's worthless! She doesn't need clothes!"