DAMIEN’S POV
I pace back and forth in the small place as the whole thing begins to play out in my head.
Everything was getting clearer by the second. The reasons they kept saying it was for my own good and I was going to thank them later.
Because they knew that somehow I was going to find out, but at that time, it would be too late, at that time I’ll be thankful that they did it so early.
At that time, it would be a good thing and I would be thankful that they had being selfish. That they had gotten whatever profit they had wanted from the bargain.
So my whole life is a whole damn lie. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I’m just some pawn in their game, an item in their little auction.
Just a part of a term for a contract.
“What do they really want from me Adal?” I mutter, hopefu
