"Fuck him. I would show him how much I did not want to be there. I thought I could do it, I could pretend everything. I thought I could become something like a slave and survive. I was wrong."
Hot, terrible anger boiled her, as she bolted up the steps of the stairs, two steps at a time.
"I would show him. I did not think of the consequences, I was just focused on what would make let me keep safe and sane. I was wrong I thought that."
Saying that she reached the door of her room and with a fit of anger, she slammed open the door, After entering inside, with heavy steps she headed straight to the wardrobe, and wrenched open its doors.
Sets of designer dresses and Victoria's Secret lingerie filled the whole wardrobe. Seeing those clothes, her fingers itched to tear everything inside and took her wrath out on those dresses, after all, they were all bought by Vulture. She knew she could not hurt him physically, but she could hurt his wallet.
