Aldana Candi's pajama shorts were removed by the man opposite her, leaving only her close-fitting underwear.
She was pressed onto the damp floor, her blurred vision gazing at the ceiling above, the old house in disrepair, the wood covered in green mold, resembling a haunted house from a movie.
Her mind wandered with random thoughts, and she didn't struggle, not knowing whether it was because struggling was useless or she had no energy left to defend herself.
Maybe for her, whatever happened to her body was already irrelevant; she wouldn't cherish herself, after all, coming back to Philip Shaw meant she couldn't cherish herself.
So whatever happened was destined.
Being kidnapped by Joyous Shaw, enduring the torment from Philip Shaw, was also fate.
She subconsciously twitched slightly, and the man seemed startled, raising his head to look at her.
"Sorry, Miss Candi."
He was quite polite.
Aldana Candi was amused by his earnest demeanor, making her want to laugh a bit.
