~ISRA~
I was on the cold ground and was shivering, I managed to crawl and get the blanket. Covering my body with it. I curled in the corner of the room when I felt couldn’t take the pain anymore.
It felt as if I was gonna freeze to death, though I wasn’t taken to the storage room. I won’t have survived the night in there, and Mrs Joan won’t want to listen to any excuses that I was sick.
She won’t even want to believe it until I have collapsed in front of her, that’s only when she will believe it, else she wasn’t gonna believe anything that I say to her. I had managed to get up in the morning and made her coffee before she requested it. I made breakfast and served it in the dining and I came back to the basement, at night the door was locked in, and in the morning it was opened by the
