How strange. I knew that I was dead, but when my torso touched the sulphuric acid, I still felt excruciating pain.
And when I saw Zach’s cool, unfeeling gaze, I could not help but think, ‘Zach, do you know this torso is mine? Or have you always wanted to do this?‘
“Whose family does she belong to? How could they dismember her when she was pregnant?” Gale lamented behind Zach.
Zach stilled for a moment before he laughed uncaringly.
“If she’s sold to the black market, it means that no one will miss or care about her.”
No one would miss me or care about me, huh?
Those words were an apt description of the life I had no control over.
And Zach, those words fully described how you felt about me too, right?
