Chapter 20 Work Of Art

• My memories flooded back to me, recalled how I bled so much and let those Alphas used me as they pleased because I didn't want to have my hand cut off, I didn't want to die yet.
• That's why I became their puppet, how pathetic of me.
• I looked like leopard with spots, I was flabbergasted, it was not as if I couldn't remember what happened, the issue was that I had been taken over by their pheromones so I couldn't control myself, I was lost in their fantasy and did whatever they wanted, after I had promised myself not to be at their mercy.