CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
ROXANNE'S POV
The strong gasoline smell filled my nostrils and heart with peppery fear. What did they plan on doing to me?
My taped mouth was trying to break loose to shout for help, but it was all to no avail. I was to die today, and there was nothing much I could do.
Painful tears flowed down my eyes. Why did the orphanage overseer have to save me from the chilly night air outside the orphanage walls that fateful night? Of what use was it? I should've been left to die then, rather than suffer all these years and still die at a young age.
I tried desperately to breathe in fresh and less polluted air but met with little success. The cold hands of death were caressing my face, sending frightening shivers to all the parts of my body. The hands were quite chilly. And for a moment, I found it comforting.
