Mya said, "Fred, don't hit me. I won't do it again. If you hit me, it'll hurt me for a long time. I-I don't want that."

Mya clutched the curtain in the corner as she shivered.

When Fred saw her lose her senses, a surge of inexplicable anger overwhelmed him. It made him feel frustrated.

Mya did not dare to speak. She just pressed herself tightly against the corner and said, "I'll be obedient from now on.

"I'm stupid, forgive me."

Mya did not dare to look at him. She did not even know why Fred was so angry. She did not want to be locked up in a small dark room again. She was terrified.

A loud sound was heard as the door slammed closed. Mya was startled. When she looked over, Fred was already gone.

She then timidly looked at the bed. Fred's fierce expression earlier had caused her mind to suddenly flash back to images of her past abuse—a long whip lashed her body. The terrifying voice of threats that not obeying meant going hungry and enduring a beating echoed in her mind.

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