CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
ROXANNE'S POV
I woke up with a pounding headache that was trying exhaustively to stop my brain from working properly. I quickly ran my hand on the table beside my bed, wishing to find a reasonable wake up time, as I dreaded seeing the watch read something below 6am. I had slept in snatches, extremely preoccupied with the sexual humiliation I had faced in the hands of my boss, and had woken up almost a dozen times to check what time the table clock read. The night had been unusually long, as long as seven giant years in the wilderness of pain and torment.
It was Saturday already, exactly six month twenty days since I begun work at NattCom. But the numerous trials I had faced made it look like I had stayed six years.
