e. She kept her eyes level with his feet. His shoes looked expensive. She
tand how a young boy could be so cruel. Why he didn't have sympathy
They bore into her, intimid
vers down her spine in fear. He was calling her a pig because of how chubby she was. It
ur father all his life. Please investigate this issue. My fath
hanging expression. He watched her with a dark look in his eyes l
ddenly laughin
ou in jail with him. The nerve for you to come to my presence and plead for your
frustration. He didn't seem to take it too wel
nce you won't even investigate to find out the truth. My father has been framed yet y
f the men that flanked the mansion. The guards were soon there grabbing at her roughly, pulling her to her feet, keeping her in pl
use for me. You wouldn't even be good for the whorehouses" he muttered harshly letting go of her face like she had the plague. She glared at him, hating
two guards practically carrying her off her feet, dragging her towards the gate. They got out of the mansion and they proceede
trying to breathe a
id was to gather money to pay her tuition and start his own business. She knew in her heart it was all a lie. Her father was not a thief. He denied having anything to do w
let a little theft go. They didn't of course and now
ence but she was young, broke,
elp as she tried to rush into the building. The wardens held her back despite her struggles. She watched helplessly as the building her
ei would die at her hand. He would pay for making
had breath. She was goin