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.

never known family or friends, living an isolated and lonesome

bit her lip, her thoughts unexpectedly

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

silence. Jacob commented, “Seems like they have

in and check on her?” Cherise sought Jacob’s

a key

space despite Jacob’s efforts to illuminate it with intense, daylight-like lighting. Cherise could

and with a crouched

in disarray, and her entire body was on the ground, limp and still trembling from the ordeal. She was

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

head from the

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