Avery’s clothes were changed, and there wasn’t any trail of blood on her legs anymore. Her hair was neatlybed back as they cascaded gently on her shoulders.


    However, those eye bags remained there, in contrast with her pale skin they made her look like a ghost.


    "Look, you must have misunderstood something, but I don’t want to escape from here—"


    As soon as those words left her lips, Avery chuckled at her.


    "Oh please, Anastasia. After what happened today, I’m sure you want to escape. Besides, who wouldn’t want to..." She trailed off, her hand on her hair as she twirled it between her fingers. "Leave from here?" She finished.


    Anastasia wasn’t sure if Avery was going to help her out. The girl looked creepy, but there was something in her face that made it unreadable to understand her words.


    "Why would you want to help me escape from here?" Anastasia questioned.


    "Because you need it. You’ve lost your memories, and from the looks of things, Xander and Michelle are out to make you suffer to pay for the crimes of your husband, whoever he is..."


    Anastasia couldn’t help but wonder how Avery already knew so much about her when she had just been freed only a few hours ago.


    "And I also n to escape from here. So from the goodness of my heart, I want to help you."


    "Why should I trust you?" Anastasia questioned.


    Avery chuckled lightly. "I’m not asking you to trust me. I don’t even need your trust. But it’s all up to you. I’ll give you time to decide. If youe with me, we can both escape from here on the day of The crimson hunt. It’s a busy day, so escaping shouldn’t be difficult. But of course, that will be if you’re willing toe with me," Avery finished.


    Anastasia stared at Avery with a dark expression, but deep inside, she was eager to leave the ce but also curious to know if Avery was really going to help her out.


    "How long have you been in here?" She asked.


    Avery looked slightly taken aback by Anastasia’s question, but she sighed and regained her posture.


    "I’ve been here for two years. And before you ask, I’ve been sold a few times, but returned because my buyers can’t handle my craziness in bed," she replied.


    Anastasia grimaced, then mped her mouth shut.


    "Think about it, Anastasia. When you’ve made your decision, we can both escape from here," Avery concluded, then walked towards her room which was opposite Anastasia’s, and went inside, leaving her alone in the hallway.


    Anastasia sighed, her head running a thousand miles as she tried to understand what had just happened.


    She gave Avery’s door onest nce before she walked inside her room.


    **


    "Xander, you need to stay still so that I can treat the injuries properly," Samantha said as she held onto Xander’s foot where Xavier had shot him early.


    Without further warning, she dabbed the spirited cotton swabs on the outeryer of the skin, cleaning the blood before digging it inside the hole the bullet had created.


    "What the fuck Samantha!!" Xander swore, instinctively taking his foot back as he hissed in pain. "You did that intentionally," he used and she didn’t bother to defend herself.


    "I did!" She agreed. "You acted like some animal today so I thought I should teach you some lesson, don’t you think?"


    Xander’s gaze softened when it fell on the blood stain on her forehead.


    "It hurts, doesn’t it?" He asked as his thumb made contact with the skin but she ended up flinching in pain. "I’m so sorry," he whispered.


    "It’s alright. I’ve long ago gotten used to your bad temper. This is nothing." She shrugged.


    Silently, she took Xander’s foot and bandaged it up while his gaze still lingered on her, watching her.


    "You should think of what to do with Michelle. She’s starting to do things on her own and if she’s not careful, I’ll be the one to slit her throat," she warned, and Xavier released a chuckle. "I’m not joking. She’s starting to test my patience. She only came here about six months ago, and you’ve given her so much privilege."


    "She thinks she’s untouchable just because I allowed her to stay here and do whatever she likes. But you don’t have to worry about that. Once I’m done with her, I’ll throw her away like trash."


    Samantha kept silent for a few seconds, wondering if she should say what was on her mind.


    Without a second thought, she blurted out, "Stop sleeping with her too."