In My Desperate Time

I don't know why, but I look at Whitney and suddenly start to worry about her.

Even though I know that I shouldn't have such worries.

I should hate her, shouldn't I?

To me, being soft-hearted is definitely not a good thing.

"What do you plan to do with her?" I ask.

"Actually, you already know, don't you?"

He's right, I do know. Once, I was almost raped. I understand the malicious gazes of those men.

Such a thing to a woman is undoubtedly fatal.

I wanted to stop Frances from doing this, but thinking of the child who dies tragically at the hands of Whitney, I nod.

"Yes."

walks over to take out the cloth from Whitney's

I don't want to be

are

is her last

last ray of starlight

die ten times, it's not enough to pay for what you've done. Killing you is a one-off solution. It's easier for you. Rather than doing this, I might as well do something that will make you painful for the

smile on Frances’ face is cold, and his

is the first time that I've truly realized how terrifying he is

this man who panics others makes me

eyes filled with fear. She shakes her

is

I hate you. I hate you! I won't let you go, even if I die. I'll drag you to hell!" Whitney turns around and grits

I've been covered with goose bumps because of

steps back, but

be afraid. I'm here. You'll be fine. In this world,