All Chapters of The Prison: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

You are beautiful. You will forever be in my eyes. Don’t you dare question that. …… I killed myself over and over again every single day for choosing the person I love.The familiar feeling of euphoria filled my body in an instant. Then a tingling sensation travelled from my lips to my fingertips and for a few seconds I forgot where I was. The situation I were in didn’t matter or even the people that might be watching us. We were enclosed in a bubble of longing for each other.The cravings I had for him grew wildly until he became the phantasm of my dreams. I knew I denied myself of my desires long enough for it to backfire with so much intensity. In my situation, no matter how I try I could never undo

Please don’t hurt her and if you find her let me be the one to speak to her …… I don’t have any idea which one is harder, killing or being killed. When I saw his face, rage embraced me with open arms. His smile made my blood boiled to a hundred degrees and all I wanted to do was to lunge for him. It was like an instinct I was programmed to do. My mind went blank as if time suddenly stopped. Without knowing I grabbed the nearest blade my hand could reach. And out of the sudden, my feet were already moving towards the sergeant when I caught glimpse of Nick’s lips.‘Stop’ he mouthed. But I didn’t listen instead I continued my soft marching.

Give me my Rosie back! ..... Your past is not a definition of your present. There was something not sitting right at the back of my mind, maybe because I was thinking too much about the girl passed out in the trunk of our yellow Chrysler. There was the fear of the cousins finding out that she was not me but an imposter. I could never imagine the horrors she would go through just to save my sorry ass. What if she got killed? I would never forgive myself if anything bad happen to her in my stead.“Who is she exactly?” I asked Nick breaking the thick atmosphere, voicing out my thoughts. “What if something—”“Stop it, she volunteered for it. We have our contingency

It’s like I don’t forget anything. Like everything stays here. …… “There’s something wrong about that child,” hissed Giana, my dad’s nanny and now mine, to one of the maids. “I cannot pin point it but that look on her eyes are creepy as hell,” she continued with a snarled expression of disgust on her wrinkly face.I was accustomed to the kind of remarks, so instead of running back upstairs, I waltzed inside the kitchen bedazzling them with my pearly white smile. The huddled of ladies immediately broke seeing my scrawny face.“What do you want? How long you’ve been there?” scowled Annabeth, the cook.

Ow, because there’s no one comparable to your charm and you are highly requested!……