Chapter 8

"Hudson, if I'm going to die, I want to go out with a bang."

"All these years, what exactly have I done to wrong you? Why won't you ever let me go?"

I demanded answers from him, even though I knew he wouldn't give me any satisfying ones.

Hudson suddenly fell to his knees: "Hope, I'm sick. Really sick. Please don't leave me."

He abruptly became manic, his whole body radiating a terrifying rage.

That feeling of fear came over me again, making me shake like I was having a seizure.

It felt like I was falling back into that dark nightmare.

I wanted to break free, but a large hand dragged me deeper into the abyss.

Hudson had a belt in his hand, from who knows where, and he kept whipping me with it.

It hurt so much, I couldn't stop wailing.

But I was tied up, even struggling was exhausting.

As he hit me, Hudson kept saying, "Three years. Why do you get to live comfortably while I've been living like a sewer rat?"