ALTHEA
I stood in the middle of the room, still staring at it in disbelief.
"You can handle this, right?" Cynthia asked, her voice snaking into my ears from behind. I turned in time to see the triumphant smile on her face.
I hated the fact that she was enjoying every moment of this. I wanted to give her a rude reply but I suddenly remembered Mira's warning before speaking.
So I just forced a smile at her. "Yes, I can handle it perfectly," I answered, trying to stay positive but I could hear the sarcasm in my own tone.
Cynthia tapped my shoulders. "What a good girl you are," she sang into my ears. "Once you're done, I'll order Linda to give you enough food. I promise," Cynthia stated and it felt more like mockery than the sound of someone who cared.
I continued to give her a smile. "I
