Chapter 6 Pawn In The Devil's Game

• The so-called 72hrs that monster gave me had elapsed.
• I stood fixed in front of the mirror. My head replayed in slides, scenes of despair from two nights ago. There is something shame does to a person; it strips you of your worthiness; that small voice whispering in your head and telling you how unworthy you are—that's how I felt as I walked all the way back from Sergio's house. I felt so small and insignificant.
• I recalled how I had stood outside Sergio’s apartment, banging on the door.