"Even when you finally leave this ce, you will be going to the factory." A chilling smile yed across her lips, enjoying Anastasia’s frightened expression. "You’re going to suffer more. Just like every other girl here. We’re just a tool for pleasure, and you are one too. You thought you could escape from here like it was easy?"


    A derisiveugh escaped Avery’s lips, and it made even more visible goosebumps rise on Anastasia’s dull skin.


    "In case you’re wondering how those men got to know about your presence in the forest, well..." Avery paused to tap on her chin a few times as if selecting her words. "The <i>other </i>person did that job for me. I’ve been doing this to all the oblivious girls that havee here the past few months and they always end up dead. But as for you, you got punished in the worst way possible."


    Then Averyughed again in contempt, but Anastasia had had enough of it.


    She pped Avery across the face, shocking thetter a second before her smile returned.


    Anastasia didn’t stop there. Her hands wrapped around Avery’s neck to strangle her to death, if that was possible.


    Instead of hearing Avery pleading, all she heard was a letterughing as if enjoying the torture—as if she was daring her to do worse for she was capable of it.


    Anastasia’s grip tightened on Avery’s neck, but the psycho still didn’t stopughing like the maniac she was. If anything, herughter only became aggressive.


    Anastasia was now determined to get rid of Avery. Anastasia thought her life in the house was the worst experience, but with Avery around, things were only going to get difficult for her. Ever since she met Avery, things hadpletely turned upside down. She’d killed two of her friends and had taken her freedom away from her.


    Beads of sweat gathered around Anastasia’s head as she continued to strangle Avery. Her grin tightened, making sure there was no more space.


    Anastasia could hear faint sounds and see hands that tried to loosen her grip. But she was too enraged to look at those people or listen to what they were talking about. Her main focus was on Avery and she wasn’t going to stop until she’d seeded.


    Avery wasn’tughing anymore. She seemed frightened as she tried to be free from Anastasia’s firm hold.


    "Anastasia, get a hold of yourself!!" Anastasia suddenly heard. The voice was very close and in the next second, she was no longer holding Avery, attempting to strangle her to death anymore.


    Avery was now on the ground, coughing for her dear life with tears streaming down from her eyes.


    When she was able to stabilize herself, she startedughing again.


    "You almost killed her." Anastasia looked up to find familiar brown eyes staring down at her. It was Eve. Despite Eve’s words, Anastasia didn’t feel any regret for what she’d just done.


    "She deserved to die! She was the one that killed Angelina and Elizabeth!" She revealed. The girl’s attention all went to Avery now, watching as sheughed as if she hadn’t just been used of killing someone. "She killed them!"


    "And so what? What do you possibly think would happen? They’re already dead! Oh wait, do you n to report me to Samantha and get me punished like you did on the day you tried to escape?" Avery questioned with a hint of mockery evident in her tone.


    The girls red at her, wishing they could at least do something. If they went to report to Samantha, the woman wouldn’t do anything about it since the two girls were already long gone.


    They never liked Avery ever since they’d met her, and she kept giving them reasons not to.


    "You can’t do anything," Avery sang as she got up from the ground, patting her butt free from sand, twirled like a princess before leaving while the res of every other person settled on her back.


    She halted, and turned to wink at them before she disappeared.


    Anastasia was tempted to run to Avery and finish what she started.


    "You shouldn’t have done that. What if she was carrying a knife or something? She could have stabbed you with it?" Eve reprimanded Anastasia, but it didn’t seem Anastasia was listening to her at all.


    Her blue eyes were still locked on where Avery had disappeared.


    "Anastasia, you need to get a hold of yourself before you do something that you might regret?" Eve added.


    "If killing Avery is one of those things I’ll do, then I won’t regret it at all," Anastasia replied.