Chapter 9 Sold To Him

• Amayra
• "Bang! Bang! Bang," I kept punching on that punching bag, glueing my eyes to it. I wanted this punching bag to be Abraham to vent all my anger on him. My whole body is burning, extracting the last drop of sweat.
• "Amayra!" Lily called me for the tenth time to stop me. However, I raised the pace of punching. That asshole thought I would be like one of his fucking mistresses or those girls who would weep before him and walk away so easily. But he didn't know what I could do.