For over a decade, these people had maintained a firm grip on Mandy, biding their time until she reached adulthood so they could mold her into their puppet. There were not chances they would simply release her with ease.

Cherise, peering through the iron door, bore witness to the agonizing sight of Mandy. She was clutching her head, relentlessly slamming it against the wall, and a profound sense of unease welled up within Cherise.

Cherise couldn’t help but reminisce about the past, back when she first encountered Mandy at Sequoia. She remembered how persistently Mandy had referred to her as ‘Sister. Cherise herself was only a nineteen-year-old girl, engrossed in thoughts of studying and exams.

living an isolated and lonesome life for all those years. This revelation

her thoughts unexpectedly

had been living a solitary life for many years. Damien was fortunate, though. He retained control over his life and had the support of friends like Jacob and Lennon. In contrast, Mandy had Cherise as her only ally, a Sister,’ recognized less than twenty-four

into a hushed silence. Jacob commented, “Seems like they

think we should go in and check on her?” Cherise sought

a key and unlocked

was an oppressive, damp, and dim space despite Jacob’s efforts to illuminate it with intense, daylight-like lighting. Cherise could still

she proceeded to Mandy, and with a

on the ground, limp and still trembling from the ordeal. She was hardly recognizable,

she took Mandy’s hand, which was covered in chipped nails and stains of blood. The warmth of Cherise’s touch caused

from the

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